A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
*MY CHILDREN. I HAVE IDEAS FOR A TAVERN!!!! I MIGHT MAKE ONE.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
*MY CHILDREN. I HAVE IDEAS FOR A TAVERN!!!! I MIGHT MAKE ONE.*
*TELL ME!*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
*MY CHILDREN. I HAVE IDEAS FOR A TAVERN!!!! I MIGHT MAKE ONE.*
*TELL ME!*
*An asylum sort of silent hill situation for a tavern.*
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A young man, about 18 or 19, with short black hair, hazel eyes, a white t-shirt, brown pants, and running shoes sprints from the woods. A crudely made spear, made form a pole and a knife lashed together with twine, and backpack hang off his back.
Xan watches and tilts his head, no fascinated by whatever this is, running through the woods like its life depended on it. He follows after.
The young man slips through a puddle of mud and lands on the ground, hard. There is a mechanical hum as a bulbous, dark creature, with many appendages such as spikes, shears, and rods. It seems to move in a forward roll with spikes to grab onto the earth.
Xan just sits there, watching in amusement.
The young man yanks his makeshift spear off of his back, holding it steady, fear in his eyes.
*MY CHILDREN. I HAVE IDEAS FOR A TAVERN!!!! I MIGHT MAKE ONE.*
*TELL ME!*
*An asylum sort of silent hill situation for a tavern.*
*Mornings to you too! I'll make up a character. Do I need to give them a detailed backstory or just introduce them normally?*
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Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
A gnome sits at the bar, fiddling with a small contraption. His handlebar mustache and ears are both enormous, and his bald head creases in concentration.
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Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters:Brorminthe Devout Crusher; Ellorathe Romantic Rookie
*MY CHILDREN. I HAVE IDEAS FOR A TAVERN!!!! I MIGHT MAKE ONE.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*TELL ME!*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*An asylum sort of silent hill situation for a tavern.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*YES YES YES!!! You should. Also, did you see the pm wit the idea?*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*I'd fit right in, I'm super bonkers*
*Hmmm... I like that idea. Could I play as a monster?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*hoi*
psychopath ^-^
*ITS POSTED!!! https://www.dndbeyond.com/forums/off-topic/adohands-kitchen/190357-better-days-sanatorium-a-roleplay-tavern*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*rp wedigo?*
psychopath ^-^
*Course! We need someone to protect the downstairs and to make sure people stay in line >:]*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Unfortunately not at the moment lol*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*oki*
psychopath ^-^
*YOOO NEW TAVERNNNNN That's such a cool concept too oml*
*Also HAPPY FRIDAY*
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.
*I E X I S T A G A I N.*
*Good morning lovlies.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*mornin. i is sleepy*
Lance is cradialing a badly burned owlbear.
Nick is sharpening his spear.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Shambler has returned from a long exploration, doing whatever plants do when they’re alone.
Kezzolan is seated the foyer. He’s slowly taking a small doll apart, then putting it back together.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
*Morningss!*
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.
*Mornings to you too! I'll make up a character. Do I need to give them a detailed backstory or just introduce them normally?*
Hi! I'm EJO. I am a silly billy who forgets to play Genshin Impact every day and totally DOESN'T simp for at least three different ninja girls. Some other facts about me:
Milio has been ditched. Now Xerath is my friend.
My average accuracy in Marvel Rivals is about 15%.
I like cheese.
*Anybody alive?*
A gnome sits at the bar, fiddling with a small contraption. His handlebar mustache and ears are both enormous, and his bald head creases in concentration.
Hi, I'm Raccoon_Master, a young genderfluid actor, writer, explorer, and bass vocalist. Pronouns They/Them/Theirs
My Characters: Brormin the Devout Crusher; Ellora the Romantic Rookie
Check out my EXTENDED SIGNATUR (hasn't been updated in forever, fyi) and don’t forget to join the Anything but the OGL 2.0 Thread!
"I don't make sense to you, and I don't make sense to myself. Maybe the only one I make sense to is God" ~ Me, trying to sound smart
Flint walks in, dripping with nasty-looking 'water'. There are a couple of live rats in his pockets
🍅 PM me the word 'tomato' 🍅 Extended Signature Musk Sucks, Quit X!