The man drops the coin in the innkeeperβs hand. βCursed? What? No, no, no, no, of course not. I wouldnβt dare to tarnish this establishment with anything of that nature.β
The man stands, stumbling slightly. His fingernails and teeth are noticeably beginning to lengthen.
The man drops the coin in the innkeeperβs hand. βCursed? What? No, no, no, no, of course not. I wouldnβt dare to tarnish this establishment with anything of that nature.β
The man stands, stumbling slightly. His fingernails and teeth are noticeably beginning to lengthen.
The man puts the coin in a bin and passes the slip over. "Room 14, with the picture of the fish on it."
The man drops the coin in the innkeeperβs hand. βCursed? What? No, no, no, no, of course not. I wouldnβt dare to tarnish this establishment with anything of that nature.β
The man stands, stumbling slightly. His fingernails and teeth are noticeably beginning to lengthen.
The man puts the coin in a bin and passes the slip over. "Room 14, with the picture of the fish on it."
He gives a strained smile, showing pointed teeth. βThanks. I β the nameβs Tyler Lament. Thatβs not my real name, but as I only remember my real name on occasion, Lament will suffice.β
The man drops the coin in the innkeeperβs hand. βCursed? What? No, no, no, no, of course not. I wouldnβt dare to tarnish this establishment with anything of that nature.β
The man stands, stumbling slightly. His fingernails and teeth are noticeably beginning to lengthen.
The man puts the coin in a bin and passes the slip over. "Room 14, with the picture of the fish on it."
He gives a strained smile, showing pointed teeth. βThanks. I β the nameβs Tyler Lament. Thatβs not my real name, but as I only remember my real name on occasion, Lament will suffice.β
"Good to hear. I'm Zoffnir. Aren't you in a hurry?"
The man drops the coin in the innkeeperβs hand. βCursed? What? No, no, no, no, of course not. I wouldnβt dare to tarnish this establishment with anything of that nature.β
The man stands, stumbling slightly. His fingernails and teeth are noticeably beginning to lengthen.
The man puts the coin in a bin and passes the slip over. "Room 14, with the picture of the fish on it."
He gives a strained smile, showing pointed teeth. βThanks. I β the nameβs Tyler Lament. Thatβs not my real name, but as I only remember my real name on occasion, Lament will suffice.β
"Good to hear. I'm Zoffnir. Aren't you in a hurry?"
Heβs near doubled over now. The skin on his arms and neck has turned a deathly pale while. βYes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I really need to be going as soon as possible. Pleasure meeting you!β He walks up the stairs so quickly heβs almost running before disappearing behind the corner. He opens the door and lunges in, slamming it shut behind him.
*Question from moi: Do we have to follow the following linages or backgrounds? Or can we have a mix? Like a regular human from 5e and a Plague-doctor background?*
*Question from moi: Do we have to follow the following linages or backgrounds? Or can we have a mix? Like a regular human from 5e and a Plague-doctor background?*
*The stuff there is mostly for inspiration, so go with what you want to do. The gods are kinda non-negotiable, though you can draw power from demigods or pure faith.*
*Question from moi: Do we have to follow the following linages or backgrounds? Or can we have a mix? Like a regular human from 5e and a Plague-doctor background?*
*The stuff there is mostly for inspiration, so go with what you want to do. The gods are kinda non-negotiable, though you can draw power from demigods or pure faith.*
*Noice. I think I'll make a Darkborn Cleric with a background in being a Plague Doctor.*
As the door to the tavern creaks open, a mysterious figure shrouded in an elegant dress of dark blue, purple, and black fabric enters the room. The dress flows around the figure in a mesmerizing dance as they walk, drawing attention to the delicate porcelain mask that covers their face. The mask is expertly crafted to resemble the features of a beautiful woman, with purple blush on the cheeks and lips painted in a deep blue hue.
In one hand, the figure holds a staff made of obsidian, upon which is carved the symbol of The Lunar. The staff is held securely in a gloved hand, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds the figure.
With a voice as sweet as honey, the figure speaks up, "Hello there! I was wondering if you might have a room available for me?"
As the door to the tavern creaks open, a mysterious figure shrouded in an elegant dress of dark blue, purple, and black fabric enters the room. The dress flows around the figure in a mesmerizing dance as they walk, drawing attention to the delicate porcelain mask that covers their face. The mask is expertly crafted to resemble the features of a beautiful woman, with purple blush on the cheeks and lips painted in a deep blue hue.
In one hand, the figure holds a staff made of obsidian, upon which is carved the symbol of The Lunar. The staff is held securely in a gloved hand, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds the figure.
With a voice as sweet as honey, the figure speaks up, "Hello there! I was wondering if you might have a room available for me?"
The bartender/innkeeper, wearing a cracked and bloody mask with an exaggerated shocked expression, slides over across the counter. "Of course! How do you wish to pay? Do you have a hero card?"
As the door to the tavern creaks open, a mysterious figure shrouded in an elegant dress of dark blue, purple, and black fabric enters the room. The dress flows around the figure in a mesmerizing dance as they walk, drawing attention to the delicate porcelain mask that covers their face. The mask is expertly crafted to resemble the features of a beautiful woman, with purple blush on the cheeks and lips painted in a deep blue hue.
In one hand, the figure holds a staff made of obsidian, upon which is carved the symbol of The Lunar. The staff is held securely in a gloved hand, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds the figure.
With a voice as sweet as honey, the figure speaks up, "Hello there! I was wondering if you might have a room available for me?"
The bartender/innkeeper, wearing a cracked and bloody mask with an exaggerated shocked expression, slides over across the counter. "Of course! How do you wish to pay? Do you have a hero card?"
"Indeed" She hands one over, tilting her head. "Are there any jobs pray tell? I am in need of work rather than staying stagnant."
As the door to the tavern creaks open, a mysterious figure shrouded in an elegant dress of dark blue, purple, and black fabric enters the room. The dress flows around the figure in a mesmerizing dance as they walk, drawing attention to the delicate porcelain mask that covers their face. The mask is expertly crafted to resemble the features of a beautiful woman, with purple blush on the cheeks and lips painted in a deep blue hue.
In one hand, the figure holds a staff made of obsidian, upon which is carved the symbol of The Lunar. The staff is held securely in a gloved hand, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds the figure.
With a voice as sweet as honey, the figure speaks up, "Hello there! I was wondering if you might have a room available for me?"
The bartender/innkeeper, wearing a cracked and bloody mask with an exaggerated shocked expression, slides over across the counter. "Of course! How do you wish to pay? Do you have a hero card?"
"Indeed" She hands one over, tilting her head. "Are there any jobs pray tell? I am in need of work rather than staying stagnant."
*I gtg really soon*
He takes the card and examines it. He seems satisfied and hands it back, pulling out a slip of paper and signing it. "Sorry, no jobs yet. There are some dog-rats in the basement, though."
As the door to the tavern creaks open, a mysterious figure shrouded in an elegant dress of dark blue, purple, and black fabric enters the room. The dress flows around the figure in a mesmerizing dance as they walk, drawing attention to the delicate porcelain mask that covers their face. The mask is expertly crafted to resemble the features of a beautiful woman, with purple blush on the cheeks and lips painted in a deep blue hue.
In one hand, the figure holds a staff made of obsidian, upon which is carved the symbol of The Lunar. The staff is held securely in a gloved hand, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds the figure.
With a voice as sweet as honey, the figure speaks up, "Hello there! I was wondering if you might have a room available for me?"
The bartender/innkeeper, wearing a cracked and bloody mask with an exaggerated shocked expression, slides over across the counter. "Of course! How do you wish to pay? Do you have a hero card?"
"Indeed" She hands one over, tilting her head. "Are there any jobs pray tell? I am in need of work rather than staying stagnant."
*I gtg really soon*
He takes the card and examines it. He seems satisfied and hands it back, pulling out a slip of paper and signing it. "Sorry, no jobs yet. There are some dog-rats in the basement, though."
"Dreadful" She said and giggled "Thank you anyways dear."
The man feigns surprise. βOh! Well, in that case, I ββ
He grimaces. βI really need to get to my room.β
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Sure hope the coin isn't too cursed. Negative value is possible, after all."
He holds out his hand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The man drops the coin in the innkeeperβs hand. βCursed? What? No, no, no, no, of course not. I wouldnβt dare to tarnish this establishment with anything of that nature.β
The man stands, stumbling slightly. His fingernails and teeth are noticeably beginning to lengthen.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
The man puts the coin in a bin and passes the slip over. "Room 14, with the picture of the fish on it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He gives a strained smile, showing pointed teeth. βThanks. I β the nameβs Tyler Lament. Thatβs not my real name, but as I only remember my real name on occasion, Lament will suffice.β
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
"Good to hear. I'm Zoffnir. Aren't you in a hurry?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Heβs near doubled over now. The skin on his arms and neck has turned a deathly pale while. βYes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I really need to be going as soon as possible. Pleasure meeting you!β He walks up the stairs so quickly heβs almost running before disappearing behind the corner. He opens the door and lunges in, slamming it shut behind him.
Terra Lubridia archive:
The Bloody Barnacle | The Gut | The Athene Crusader | The Jewel of Atlantis
Hubert walks to the bar.
Zoffnir leans over in the sleaziest way Hubert has ever seen a bartender lean over a bar/reception desk. "What can I get ya'?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
βA cup of ale sir.β He slides some gold pieces across the table. βGot any jobs for me?β
"Hmm..." Zoffnir pours him a cup of ale and rings up the gold. "Sorry, haven't been looking. I'll probably have a job for you tomorrow."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
βAll good, means I get a break.β He says while sipping his ale
*Question from moi: Do we have to follow the following linages or backgrounds? Or can we have a mix? Like a regular human from 5e and a Plague-doctor background?*
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*The stuff there is mostly for inspiration, so go with what you want to do. The gods are kinda non-negotiable, though you can draw power from demigods or pure faith.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Noice. I think I'll make a Darkborn Cleric with a background in being a Plague Doctor.*
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As the door to the tavern creaks open, a mysterious figure shrouded in an elegant dress of dark blue, purple, and black fabric enters the room. The dress flows around the figure in a mesmerizing dance as they walk, drawing attention to the delicate porcelain mask that covers their face. The mask is expertly crafted to resemble the features of a beautiful woman, with purple blush on the cheeks and lips painted in a deep blue hue.
In one hand, the figure holds a staff made of obsidian, upon which is carved the symbol of The Lunar. The staff is held securely in a gloved hand, adding to the enigmatic aura that surrounds the figure.
With a voice as sweet as honey, the figure speaks up, "Hello there! I was wondering if you might have a room available for me?"
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The bartender/innkeeper, wearing a cracked and bloody mask with an exaggerated shocked expression, slides over across the counter. "Of course! How do you wish to pay? Do you have a hero card?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Indeed" She hands one over, tilting her head. "Are there any jobs pray tell? I am in need of work rather than staying stagnant."
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*I gtg really soon*
He takes the card and examines it. He seems satisfied and hands it back, pulling out a slip of paper and signing it. "Sorry, no jobs yet. There are some dog-rats in the basement, though."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Dreadful" She said and giggled "Thank you anyways dear."
*Okie dokie :]*
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