'If you guys got any rubble from building or whatever, the trash chute's in the main bar' Flint calls out so pretty much everyone can hear it. If he can find enough pretty stones... A plan forms in his head. He likes a plan. Dexen facepalms.
*One must use their imagination. This is a cool idea. Also, I am not tech savvy enough to edit a map. *
A short gnome has been working maybe fifty feet away from the back door. He has built a stone path that leads to his creation which he is finally ready to unveil. He stands on a stool to achieve some form of height and shouts out to the world, "Behold! I have finished my masterpiece!" He pulls back a canvas to reveal a strange tub filled with steaming water. Brass tubes are connected to the large tub and run into a wooden shed that is a few ways away. The strong scent of chili wafts your way.
"This!" the gnome exclaims triumphantly, "Is the first hot tub heated and bubbled by imp farts!" He pulls open the door to the shed to reveal crowded shelves of imps sitting on tubes. The imps have a lot of tiny bowls full of beans in their laps. Many sit there chatting with their fellow fiends, some are reading the newspaper, and others are gorging themselves with the beans. A sign stuck in the ground explains that in order to use the hot tub, one gold piece per person needs to be put in a collection bin stuck to the size of the shed. The gold goes to the bean supply and is part of the imps payment. If you do not pay the imps for their service before using the hot tub, then you run the risk of being boiled alive in the water.
The gnome walks away proudly, knowing that he has made the world a better place.
*One must use their imagination. This is a cool idea. Also, I am not tech savvy enough to edit a map. *
A short gnome has been working maybe fifty feet away from the back door. He has built a stone path that leads to his creation which he is finally ready to unveil. He stands on a stool to achieve some form of height and shouts out to the world, "Behold! I have finished my masterpiece!" He pulls back a canvas to reveal a strange tub filled with steaming water. Brass tubes are connected to the large tub and run into a wooden shed that is a few ways away. The strong scent of chili wafts your way.
"This!" the gnome exclaims triumphantly, "Is the first hot tub heated and bubbled by imp farts!" He pulls open the door to the shed to reveal crowded shelves of imps sitting on tubes. The imps have a lot of tiny bowls full of beans in their laps. Many sit there chatting with their fellow fiends, some are reading the newspaper, and others are gorging themselves with the beans. A sign stuck in the ground explains that in order to use the hot tub, one gold piece per person needs to be put in a collection bin stuck to the size of the shed. The gold goes to the bean supply and is part of the imps payment. If you do not pay the imps for their service before using the hot tub, then you run the risk of being boiled alive in the water.
The gnome walks away proudly, knowing that he has made the world a better place.
Talbot dumps his wheelbarrow full of unidentifiable flesh and gore into the hot tub. "It works well as a cooking pot too."
*One must use their imagination. This is a cool idea. Also, I am not tech savvy enough to edit a map. *
A short gnome has been working maybe fifty feet away from the back door. He has built a stone path that leads to his creation which he is finally ready to unveil. He stands on a stool to achieve some form of height and shouts out to the world, "Behold! I have finished my masterpiece!" He pulls back a canvas to reveal a strange tub filled with steaming water. Brass tubes are connected to the large tub and run into a wooden shed that is a few ways away. The strong scent of chili wafts your way.
"This!" the gnome exclaims triumphantly, "Is the first hot tub heated and bubbled by imp farts!" He pulls open the door to the shed to reveal crowded shelves of imps sitting on tubes. The imps have a lot of tiny bowls full of beans in their laps. Many sit there chatting with their fellow fiends, some are reading the newspaper, and others are gorging themselves with the beans. A sign stuck in the ground explains that in order to use the hot tub, one gold piece per person needs to be put in a collection bin stuck to the size of the shed. The gold goes to the bean supply and is part of the imps payment. If you do not pay the imps for their service before using the hot tub, then you run the risk of being boiled alive in the water.
The gnome walks away proudly, knowing that he has made the world a better place.
Talbot dumps his wheelbarrow full of unidentifiable flesh and gore into the hot tub. "It works well as a cooking pot too."
The gnome storms over to you indignantly. "Excuse me sir! That is unacceptable! This was made for relaxation and enjoyment, how can someone relax and enjoy it when chunks of flesh are in there with them? Remove that nastiness at once!"
*One must use their imagination. This is a cool idea. Also, I am not tech savvy enough to edit a map. *
A short gnome has been working maybe fifty feet away from the back door. He has built a stone path that leads to his creation which he is finally ready to unveil. He stands on a stool to achieve some form of height and shouts out to the world, "Behold! I have finished my masterpiece!" He pulls back a canvas to reveal a strange tub filled with steaming water. Brass tubes are connected to the large tub and run into a wooden shed that is a few ways away. The strong scent of chili wafts your way.
"This!" the gnome exclaims triumphantly, "Is the first hot tub heated and bubbled by imp farts!" He pulls open the door to the shed to reveal crowded shelves of imps sitting on tubes. The imps have a lot of tiny bowls full of beans in their laps. Many sit there chatting with their fellow fiends, some are reading the newspaper, and others are gorging themselves with the beans. A sign stuck in the ground explains that in order to use the hot tub, one gold piece per person needs to be put in a collection bin stuck to the size of the shed. The gold goes to the bean supply and is part of the imps payment. If you do not pay the imps for their service before using the hot tub, then you run the risk of being boiled alive in the water.
The gnome walks away proudly, knowing that he has made the world a better place.
Talbot dumps his wheelbarrow full of unidentifiable flesh and gore into the hot tub. "It works well as a cooking pot too."
The gnome storms over to you indignantly. "Excuse me sir! That is unacceptable! This was made for relaxation and enjoyment, how can someone relax and enjoy it when chunks of flesh are in there with them? Remove that nastiness at once!"
*One must use their imagination. This is a cool idea. Also, I am not tech savvy enough to edit a map. *
A short gnome has been working maybe fifty feet away from the back door. He has built a stone path that leads to his creation which he is finally ready to unveil. He stands on a stool to achieve some form of height and shouts out to the world, "Behold! I have finished my masterpiece!" He pulls back a canvas to reveal a strange tub filled with steaming water. Brass tubes are connected to the large tub and run into a wooden shed that is a few ways away. The strong scent of chili wafts your way.
"This!" the gnome exclaims triumphantly, "Is the first hot tub heated and bubbled by imp farts!" He pulls open the door to the shed to reveal crowded shelves of imps sitting on tubes. The imps have a lot of tiny bowls full of beans in their laps. Many sit there chatting with their fellow fiends, some are reading the newspaper, and others are gorging themselves with the beans. A sign stuck in the ground explains that in order to use the hot tub, one gold piece per person needs to be put in a collection bin stuck to the size of the shed. The gold goes to the bean supply and is part of the imps payment. If you do not pay the imps for their service before using the hot tub, then you run the risk of being boiled alive in the water.
The gnome walks away proudly, knowing that he has made the world a better place.
Talbot dumps his wheelbarrow full of unidentifiable flesh and gore into the hot tub. "It works well as a cooking pot too."
The gnome storms over to you indignantly. "Excuse me sir! That is unacceptable! This was made for relaxation and enjoyment, how can someone relax and enjoy it when chunks of flesh are in there with them? Remove that nastiness at once!"
"Why?"
He sputters angrily for a moment before saying, "This isn't a cauldron! How can someone relax in the pool when bits of meat are floating around them?! This is outrageous! If you want to cook your rancid flesh go to the kitchen!" He stamps his foot which barely has enough force to squash a dandelion.
A drow of indeterminate gender and pleasant features with long white hair and purple skin walks in. They are dressed all in black with a silver necklace. They sigh and sit down at a table in the tavern. “Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a chrysanthemum garden out back…”
*This is Davras, my genderfluid drow assassin, originally from the Eye of Cthulhu*
Two figures walk into the tavern, looking around. One, a High elf with pale skin, black hair, black eyes with glowing white pupils that is wearing an expensive White silk dress that fades to black near the bottom, which has a speckled pattern that looks like a starry night sky. The other is a Tall Creature in a black cloak, wearing a black mask and a large black hat obscuring their entire head. They seemingly don’t have legs, their cloak moving like an octopus, crawling along the floor, as if it were part of them. The only skin showing is several yellow arms with wicked claws covered in bumps, warts, and decayed, black patches of skin.
“How Ordinary. This will be fun.” The Elf says to the other figure.
The elf exits and starts walking around, looking for something.
A Paladin walks onto the worksite. He's wearing thin but still classic Paladin armor, but has a lute strapped to his back and a cap on his head. He's got a gold chain around his neck and rings on his fingers.
He and his small workforce of dwarves construct a recording studio for people to make music in and socialise. It should now be on the map.
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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.
The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
Talbot shakes without any hesitation whatsoever.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'If you guys got any rubble from building or whatever, the trash chute's in the main bar' Flint calls out so pretty much everyone can hear it. If he can find enough pretty stones... A plan forms in his head. He likes a plan. Dexen facepalms.
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Talbot digs an outhouse.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*One must use their imagination. This is a cool idea. Also, I am not tech savvy enough to edit a map. *
A short gnome has been working maybe fifty feet away from the back door. He has built a stone path that leads to his creation which he is finally ready to unveil. He stands on a stool to achieve some form of height and shouts out to the world, "Behold! I have finished my masterpiece!" He pulls back a canvas to reveal a strange tub filled with steaming water. Brass tubes are connected to the large tub and run into a wooden shed that is a few ways away. The strong scent of chili wafts your way.
"This!" the gnome exclaims triumphantly, "Is the first hot tub heated and bubbled by imp farts!" He pulls open the door to the shed to reveal crowded shelves of imps sitting on tubes. The imps have a lot of tiny bowls full of beans in their laps. Many sit there chatting with their fellow fiends, some are reading the newspaper, and others are gorging themselves with the beans. A sign stuck in the ground explains that in order to use the hot tub, one gold piece per person needs to be put in a collection bin stuck to the size of the shed. The gold goes to the bean supply and is part of the imps payment. If you do not pay the imps for their service before using the hot tub, then you run the risk of being boiled alive in the water.
The gnome walks away proudly, knowing that he has made the world a better place.
The half-elf is still searching the rubble heaps from all the construction for stones 10 plus 1
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Talbot dumps his wheelbarrow full of unidentifiable flesh and gore into the hot tub. "It works well as a cooking pot too."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The gnome storms over to you indignantly. "Excuse me sir! That is unacceptable! This was made for relaxation and enjoyment, how can someone relax and enjoy it when chunks of flesh are in there with them? Remove that nastiness at once!"
"Why?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He sputters angrily for a moment before saying, "This isn't a cauldron! How can someone relax in the pool when bits of meat are floating around them?! This is outrageous! If you want to cook your rancid flesh go to the kitchen!" He stamps his foot which barely has enough force to squash a dandelion.
* I think I'll join with Red since he already knows Flint and Dex. *
I play a lot of characters
Morvius Thexire, Gold, Ara Pebble, Teko, Serenity, Rena, Cado .....Pokemon Master!
I have a youtube just type 'meaplord' im the first thing
A drow of indeterminate gender and pleasant features with long white hair and purple skin walks in. They are dressed all in black with a silver necklace. They sigh and sit down at a table in the tavern. “Wouldn’t it be nice if there was a chrysanthemum garden out back…”
*This is Davras, my genderfluid drow assassin, originally from the Eye of Cthulhu*
I really like D&D, especially Ravenloft, Exandria and the Upside Down from Stranger Things. My pronouns are she/they (genderfae).
Two figures walk into the tavern, looking around. One, a High elf with pale skin, black hair, black eyes with glowing white pupils that is wearing an expensive White silk dress that fades to black near the bottom, which has a speckled pattern that looks like a starry night sky. The other is a Tall Creature in a black cloak, wearing a black mask and a large black hat obscuring their entire head. They seemingly don’t have legs, their cloak moving like an octopus, crawling along the floor, as if it were part of them. The only skin showing is several yellow arms with wicked claws covered in bumps, warts, and decayed, black patches of skin.
“How Ordinary. This will be fun.” The Elf says to the other figure.
The elf exits and starts walking around, looking for something.
The other figure is doing the same thing.
A Paladin walks onto the worksite. He's wearing thin but still classic Paladin armor, but has a lute strapped to his back and a cap on his head. He's got a gold chain around his neck and rings on his fingers.
He and his small workforce of dwarves construct a recording studio for people to make music in and socialise. It should now be on the map.
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.
The half-elf and the Tabaxi immediately go check it out and have a lute battle. However, they can't agree on the song, so you get something like
'There's this movie that I think you'll'
'Like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain,'
'like, this guy decides to quit his job, and heads to...'
'not into yoga, if you have half a brain'
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The creator of the studio watches, attempting to play along with his Lute.
*Gtg for most of that day, see you later*
*And yes, I actually have something to do today*
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.
*see ya! Hope you enjoy your day!*
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*Thanks!*
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.
Flint plants a clump of fast-growing bamboo in the top-right corner of the garden
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The gnome is in the blueprint room. He seems to be working on a tiny model of a castle crafted from elegant slivers of brass intricately put together to make slender spires that gracefully rise into the air.
Talbot is in the planning room, trying to decide where to put additional trapdoors to the dungeon.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.