An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
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This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
Like gray ink filling in water, a figure coalesces in front of the easel. Shoulder-length hair, simple canvas clothing, light skin, a renaissance-style mustache, and a sweaty brow form a threadbare and hungry-looking man in grayscale. Blood drips from wounds on the apparition's wrists and neck.
It dips the brush in its own blood as it drips onto the palette and begins once again to paint.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
Like gray ink filling in water, a figure coalesces in front of the easel. Shoulder-length hair, simple canvas clothing, light skin, a renaissance-style mustache, and a sweaty brow form a threadbare and hungry-looking man in grayscale. Blood drips from wounds on the apparition's wrists and neck.
It dips the brush in its own blood as it drips onto the palette and begins once again to paint.
Grakir's eyes widen in fascination. "Um." He steps closer. "Painting anything in particular?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Angelique notices him passed out in the chair. She considers waking him up, then decides he looks exhausted and could use some more sleep. She quietly covers him with a blanket, then goes back in the library to do some more research.
*me and Grakir literally feel the same right now*
Grakir wakes up after about 15 seconds from the feeling of the blanket (he's usually a pretty light sleeper, and this was enough to wake him). He notices Angelique, so he gets up, stretches, and then follows her. ".....Hi," yawn, "what're you up to?"
Angelique looks over. “Just doing some research. Elves and the Feywild and dragons. Sorry I woke you. It’s just, it gets cold around here, especially if you’re alive.”
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
Like gray ink filling in water, a figure coalesces in front of the easel. Shoulder-length hair, simple canvas clothing, light skin, a renaissance-style mustache, and a sweaty brow form a threadbare and hungry-looking man in grayscale. Blood drips from wounds on the apparition's wrists and neck.
It dips the brush in its own blood as it drips onto the palette and begins once again to paint.
Grakir's eyes widen in fascination. "Um." He steps closer. "Painting anything in particular?"
"A landscape, I must finish the landscape for my Anette." It mutters out of the side of its mouth, Grakir can see the beginnings of a few hills and what might be a sunset taking shape. All in blood red.
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Angelique notices him passed out in the chair. She considers waking him up, then decides he looks exhausted and could use some more sleep. She quietly covers him with a blanket, then goes back in the library to do some more research.
*me and Grakir literally feel the same right now*
Grakir wakes up after about 15 seconds from the feeling of the blanket (he's usually a pretty light sleeper, and this was enough to wake him). He notices Angelique, so he gets up, stretches, and then follows her. ".....Hi," yawn, "what're you up to?"
Angelique looks over. “Just doing some research. Elves and the Feywild and dragons. Sorry I woke you. It’s just, it gets cold around here, especially if you’re alive.”
"No, it was kind of you. Thanks."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
Like gray ink filling in water, a figure coalesces in front of the easel. Shoulder-length hair, simple canvas clothing, light skin, a renaissance-style mustache, and a sweaty brow form a threadbare and hungry-looking man in grayscale. Blood drips from wounds on the apparition's wrists and neck.
It dips the brush in its own blood as it drips onto the palette and begins once again to paint.
Grakir's eyes widen in fascination. "Um." He steps closer. "Painting anything in particular?"
"A landscape, I must finish the landscape for my Anette." It mutters out of the side of its mouth, Grakir can see the beginnings of a few hills and what might be a sunset taking shape. All in blood red.
"Well... it's awesome."
*i gtg now, bye guys!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
Like gray ink filling in water, a figure coalesces in front of the easel. Shoulder-length hair, simple canvas clothing, light skin, a renaissance-style mustache, and a sweaty brow form a threadbare and hungry-looking man in grayscale. Blood drips from wounds on the apparition's wrists and neck.
It dips the brush in its own blood as it drips onto the palette and begins once again to paint.
Grakir's eyes widen in fascination. "Um." He steps closer. "Painting anything in particular?"
"A landscape, I must finish the landscape for my Anette." It mutters out of the side of its mouth, Grakir can see the beginnings of a few hills and what might be a sunset taking shape. All in blood red.
"Well... it's awesome."
*i gtg now, bye guys!*
*Ah, okie! So do I actually, see ya.*
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Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
Angelique notices him passed out in the chair. She considers waking him up, then decides he looks exhausted and could use some more sleep. She quietly covers him with a blanket, then goes back in the library to do some more research.
*me and Grakir literally feel the same right now*
Grakir wakes up after about 15 seconds from the feeling of the blanket (he's usually a pretty light sleeper, and this was enough to wake him). He notices Angelique, so he gets up, stretches, and then follows her. ".....Hi," yawn, "what're you up to?"
Angelique looks over. “Just doing some research. Elves and the Feywild and dragons. Sorry I woke you. It’s just, it gets cold around here, especially if you’re alive.”
"No, it was kind of you. Thanks."
“You’re welcome,” Angelique says with a gentle smile.
*I gtg too. Bye!*
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I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Limbo comes back, dressed in the thickest Christmas jumper you've ever seen. It has a picture of a Christmas tree on it, which is covered in ornaments that seem to have a faint glow to them. "What do you think?" He says as he pulls the jumpers collar out. "I'm not sure if its a bit too... Eye catching. I would usually go for something a little more inconspicuous, but... It's just such a cozy jumper."
"It's adorable! I love it!" Erica readjusts her jacket. "It's perfect for where we're going."
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
"Well, I suppose we should set off soon. This place is definitely more beautiful at night, and it's a bit of a long way." Erica runs off to another room. "I'll get us some snacks for the trip."
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
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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.
Limbo comes back, dressed in the thickest Christmas jumper you've ever seen. It has a picture of a Christmas tree on it, which is covered in ornaments that seem to have a faint glow to them. "What do you think?" He says as he pulls the jumpers collar out. "I'm not sure if its a bit too... Eye catching. I would usually go for something a little more inconspicuous, but... It's just such a cozy jumper."
"It's adorable! I love it!" Erica readjusts her jacket. "It's perfect for where we're going."
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
"Well, I suppose we should set off soon. This place is definitely more beautiful at night, and it's a bit of a long way." Erica runs off to another room. "I'll get us some snacks for the trip."
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
After a few minutes, Erica comes back with a comically overstuffed backpack. Sticking out of various pockets are rations and water bottles, and there are two bedrolls tied to the top of the pack.
"All ready to go when you are!"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Limbo comes back, dressed in the thickest Christmas jumper you've ever seen. It has a picture of a Christmas tree on it, which is covered in ornaments that seem to have a faint glow to them. "What do you think?" He says as he pulls the jumpers collar out. "I'm not sure if its a bit too... Eye catching. I would usually go for something a little more inconspicuous, but... It's just such a cozy jumper."
"It's adorable! I love it!" Erica readjusts her jacket. "It's perfect for where we're going."
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
"Well, I suppose we should set off soon. This place is definitely more beautiful at night, and it's a bit of a long way." Erica runs off to another room. "I'll get us some snacks for the trip."
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
After a few minutes, Erica comes back with a comically overstuffed backpack. Sticking out of various pockets are rations and water bottles, and there are two bedrolls tied to the top of the pack.
"All ready to go when you are!"
"Okay then, let's set off!" Limbo heads towards the door, and opens it for Erica.
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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.
Limbo comes back, dressed in the thickest Christmas jumper you've ever seen. It has a picture of a Christmas tree on it, which is covered in ornaments that seem to have a faint glow to them. "What do you think?" He says as he pulls the jumpers collar out. "I'm not sure if its a bit too... Eye catching. I would usually go for something a little more inconspicuous, but... It's just such a cozy jumper."
"It's adorable! I love it!" Erica readjusts her jacket. "It's perfect for where we're going."
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
"Well, I suppose we should set off soon. This place is definitely more beautiful at night, and it's a bit of a long way." Erica runs off to another room. "I'll get us some snacks for the trip."
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
After a few minutes, Erica comes back with a comically overstuffed backpack. Sticking out of various pockets are rations and water bottles, and there are two bedrolls tied to the top of the pack.
"All ready to go when you are!"
"Okay then, let's set off!" Limbo heads towards the door, and opens it for Erica.
Erica leaves with Limbo, the enormous backpack barely fitting through the door on her way out. The crisp, cold air billows unwelcome into your lungs, sending a shiver up your spine.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Limbo comes back, dressed in the thickest Christmas jumper you've ever seen. It has a picture of a Christmas tree on it, which is covered in ornaments that seem to have a faint glow to them. "What do you think?" He says as he pulls the jumpers collar out. "I'm not sure if its a bit too... Eye catching. I would usually go for something a little more inconspicuous, but... It's just such a cozy jumper."
"It's adorable! I love it!" Erica readjusts her jacket. "It's perfect for where we're going."
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
"Well, I suppose we should set off soon. This place is definitely more beautiful at night, and it's a bit of a long way." Erica runs off to another room. "I'll get us some snacks for the trip."
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
After a few minutes, Erica comes back with a comically overstuffed backpack. Sticking out of various pockets are rations and water bottles, and there are two bedrolls tied to the top of the pack.
"All ready to go when you are!"
"Okay then, let's set off!" Limbo heads towards the door, and opens it for Erica.
Erica leaves with Limbo, the enormous backpack barely fitting through the door on her way out. The crisp, cold air billows unwelcome into your lungs, sending a shiver up your spine.
"Good job we wrapped up warm- how far away is this place exactly?"
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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.
*This is an advertisement for a club made by Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer* the dragon slayer club is brand new. If you want to join us, all you have to do is send drummer a PM requesting membership and you could become a member today.
Limbo comes back, dressed in the thickest Christmas jumper you've ever seen. It has a picture of a Christmas tree on it, which is covered in ornaments that seem to have a faint glow to them. "What do you think?" He says as he pulls the jumpers collar out. "I'm not sure if its a bit too... Eye catching. I would usually go for something a little more inconspicuous, but... It's just such a cozy jumper."
"It's adorable! I love it!" Erica readjusts her jacket. "It's perfect for where we're going."
"Thank you, I'm glad you like it."
"Well, I suppose we should set off soon. This place is definitely more beautiful at night, and it's a bit of a long way." Erica runs off to another room. "I'll get us some snacks for the trip."
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
After a few minutes, Erica comes back with a comically overstuffed backpack. Sticking out of various pockets are rations and water bottles, and there are two bedrolls tied to the top of the pack.
"All ready to go when you are!"
"Okay then, let's set off!" Limbo heads towards the door, and opens it for Erica.
Erica leaves with Limbo, the enormous backpack barely fitting through the door on her way out. The crisp, cold air billows unwelcome into your lungs, sending a shiver up your spine.
"Good job we wrapped up warm- how far away is this place exactly?"
"It's a ways of walking, but trust me, the view is spectacular. Should only take about an hour at most." Erica readjusts the backpack, and starts walking off into the woods.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thane is out on the lawn, humming to themselves
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
*this looks fun*
An easel in the corner of the library begins to stir. Nobody noticed the easel prior, but those in its vicinity get the sense that it’s always been there. It’s covered in cobwebs, but the paintbrush seems to rock in place for a moment before it raises off of the easel and begins to brush - paintless - against the empty canvas.
This is ItsNotAChest’s alternate, so no some random psychopath hasn’t stolen their storylines/posts. Or maybe I did. Who knows…
I am what happens when you write character concepts on a spice high
#ForeverAlone
#ForeverDM
Grakir looks over, his face a bit groggy, and he frowns in confusion.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Like gray ink filling in water, a figure coalesces in front of the easel. Shoulder-length hair, simple canvas clothing, light skin, a renaissance-style mustache, and a sweaty brow form a threadbare and hungry-looking man in grayscale. Blood drips from wounds on the apparition's wrists and neck.
It dips the brush in its own blood as it drips onto the palette and begins once again to paint.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
Grakir's eyes widen in fascination. "Um." He steps closer. "Painting anything in particular?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Angelique looks over. “Just doing some research. Elves and the Feywild and dragons. Sorry I woke you. It’s just, it gets cold around here, especially if you’re alive.”
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
"A landscape, I must finish the landscape for my Anette." It mutters out of the side of its mouth, Grakir can see the beginnings of a few hills and what might be a sunset taking shape. All in blood red.
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
"No, it was kind of you. Thanks."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Well... it's awesome."
*i gtg now, bye guys!*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Ah, okie! So do I actually, see ya.*
Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.
I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.
I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items
"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"
“You’re welcome,” Angelique says with a gentle smile.
*I gtg too. Bye!*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
"Okay, good idea." Limbo waits again, a little happier this time as Erica seems happy.
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.
After a few minutes, Erica comes back with a comically overstuffed backpack. Sticking out of various pockets are rations and water bottles, and there are two bedrolls tied to the top of the pack.
"All ready to go when you are!"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Okay then, let's set off!" Limbo heads towards the door, and opens it for Erica.
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.
Erica leaves with Limbo, the enormous backpack barely fitting through the door on her way out. The crisp, cold air billows unwelcome into your lungs, sending a shiver up your spine.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Good job we wrapped up warm- how far away is this place exactly?"
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.
*This is an advertisement for a club made by Drummer_The_Dragon_Slayer*
the dragon slayer club is brand new. If you want to join us, all you have to do is send drummer a PM requesting membership and you could become a member today.
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"It's a ways of walking, but trust me, the view is spectacular. Should only take about an hour at most." Erica readjusts the backpack, and starts walking off into the woods.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Thane is running about the keep, exploring every room he can get into
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
Limbo is following straight behind Erica, trying to create some kind of small talk. You can sense he's not very good at that kind of thing.
"So Erica... Do you have any hobbies? You might not now, because of what happened... But did you have any before?"
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.