A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 13
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
The bats all turn to look at Calorn before crashing into each other and become a sort of mist which retakes the short beings form. The mist then becomes bones, flesh, and skin. Standing before you is a rather short, even for gnome standards, gnome teenager with pale white skin and a single sharp tooth sticking over his lip. “What’s it look like?”
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 7
The wolf like beast opens its eyes and stares at both of you, and tries to stand up, but its legs give out underneath.
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
The bats all turn to look at Calorn before crashing into each other and become a sort of mist which retakes the short beings form. The mist then becomes bones, flesh, and skin. Standing before you is a rather short, even for gnome standards, gnome teenager with pale white skin and a single sharp tooth sticking over his lip. “What’s it look like?”
"You seem to be a gnome. You look sickly, do you require medical attention of any kind?"
*He doesn't mean that as an insult, he genuinely is asking*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 7
The wolf like beast opens its eyes and stares at both of you, and tries to stand up, but its legs give out underneath.
*it seems to be 1 level of exhaustion from death*
Besint gives a thumbs up. "I'll give it a room to rest in." He picks up the wolf and walks upstairs to the floor people's rooms are.
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
The bats all turn to look at Calorn before crashing into each other and become a sort of mist which retakes the short beings form. The mist then becomes bones, flesh, and skin. Standing before you is a rather short, even for gnome standards, gnome teenager with pale white skin and a single sharp tooth sticking over his lip. “What’s it look like?”
"You seem to be a gnome. You look sickly, do you require medical attention of any kind?"
*He doesn't mean that as an insult, he genuinely is asking*
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 7
The wolf like beast opens its eyes and stares at both of you, and tries to stand up, but its legs give out underneath.
*it seems to be 1 level of exhaustion from death*
Besint gives a thumbs up. "I'll give it a room to rest in." He picks up the wolf and walks upstairs to the floor people's rooms are.
The wolf takes a deep breath as you pick it up and tries to shifts its weight to make it easier to carry, however when it gets inside, it goes limp for just a second before letting out an unearthly sound, almost as if it lacks the needed instruments to speak, or bark for that matter.
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
The bats all turn to look at Calorn before crashing into each other and become a sort of mist which retakes the short beings form. The mist then becomes bones, flesh, and skin. Standing before you is a rather short, even for gnome standards, gnome teenager with pale white skin and a single sharp tooth sticking over his lip. “What’s it look like?”
"You seem to be a gnome. You look sickly, do you require medical attention of any kind?"
*He doesn't mean that as an insult, he genuinely is asking*
“Ya callin me a disease?”
"No, you just look rather pale. I am sorry if I offended you."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 7
The wolf like beast opens its eyes and stares at both of you, and tries to stand up, but its legs give out underneath.
*it seems to be 1 level of exhaustion from death*
Besint gives a thumbs up. "I'll give it a room to rest in." He picks up the wolf and walks upstairs to the floor people's rooms are.
The wolf takes a deep breath as you pick it up and tries to shifts its weight to make it easier to carry, however when it gets inside, it goes limp for just a second before letting out an unearthly sound, almost as if it lacks the needed instruments to speak, or bark for that matter.
"Ok, settle down, pal." He walks upstairs, opens the door to the nearest vacant room, and sets the wolf down on a bed. "Get some sleep."
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
The bats all turn to look at Calorn before crashing into each other and become a sort of mist which retakes the short beings form. The mist then becomes bones, flesh, and skin. Standing before you is a rather short, even for gnome standards, gnome teenager with pale white skin and a single sharp tooth sticking over his lip. “What’s it look like?”
"You seem to be a gnome. You look sickly, do you require medical attention of any kind?"
*He doesn't mean that as an insult, he genuinely is asking*
“Ya callin me a disease?”
"No, you just look rather pale. I am sorry if I offended you."
He lifts his forefinger. “Well, ya did. Ya first thought was that I was sick. Ain’t ya ever seen a Vamp before?” He says Vamp almost as if it was a slur of some kind.
A howling can be heard in the distance as a group of wolves move swiftly through the dense snow, their light feet running on its surface. All but one are silvery pups, each of them having a different symbol in celestial emblazoned on its forehead. Meanwhile the eldest wolf, who bears no marks except a stripe of light grey down the spine, leads the pack in the direction of the Messy Mammoth, pausing every now and then to pick up stragglers.
Lying, collapsed at the base of the tavern is a large wolf like creature, with a line of green going from the side of the eye across the body to the tips of the tail. It has horns nearly twice the size of its head, reminiscent of those of a stag. It is still breathing, but seems to be quite exhausted, on the verge of death.
A swarm of bats fall through the chimney of the tavern and swiftly fly to the nearest fire place, moving together in the shape of a short man.
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 7
The wolf like beast opens its eyes and stares at both of you, and tries to stand up, but its legs give out underneath.
*it seems to be 1 level of exhaustion from death*
Besint gives a thumbs up. "I'll give it a room to rest in." He picks up the wolf and walks upstairs to the floor people's rooms are.
The wolf takes a deep breath as you pick it up and tries to shifts its weight to make it easier to carry, however when it gets inside, it goes limp for just a second before letting out an unearthly sound, almost as if it lacks the needed instruments to speak, or bark for that matter.
"Ok, settle down, pal." He walks upstairs, opens the door to the nearest vacant room, and sets the wolf down on a bed. "Get some sleep."
A bit after you put the wolf down, it falls asleep, and a while after that, it shifts into the form of a stag-horned Tiefling, somewhere in his mid teens. Around his arm is a circlet with something in infernal written in it. He wears a belt with multiple pouches.
Winterfyre the white dragon wyrmling pushes into the tavern, visiting again for the first time in many days
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Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub!You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
As Besint thanks the cleric, the skeleton stands up and stretches, cracking its back. "Thank you, I needed that," before his eyes alight on her staff. "Tha staff is definitely magical, have you any idea what it does?"
OOC: suggestion for this thread, instead of quoting people to create massive lines of quotes, you can do what I've seen a couple threads do and just @people like its discord.
OOC: suggestion for this thread, instead of quoting people to create massive lines of quotes, you can do what I've seen a couple threads do and just @people like its discord.
*Nah, quotes are mostly what we do here. And when it gets too long we just cut the chain.*
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Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
The second I posted, this went quiet
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*AH SORRY I MISSED THIS*
Calorn looks up at the man made of bats (resists the urge to make a Batman joke). "Who are you?"
Besint sees the nearly dying wolf. "Anyone here a Natura? Or just good at healing animals?" He calls out.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
The skeleton jerks back to life.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
"I can heal quite a lot of things." cure wounds again this time at first lv 13
"Big sword, bigger brain"
-BigBrainGoblin
The bats all turn to look at Calorn before crashing into each other and become a sort of mist which retakes the short beings form. The mist then becomes bones, flesh, and skin. Standing before you is a rather short, even for gnome standards, gnome teenager with pale white skin and a single sharp tooth sticking over his lip. “What’s it look like?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The wolf like beast opens its eyes and stares at both of you, and tries to stand up, but its legs give out underneath.
*it seems to be 1 level of exhaustion from death*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Besint looks relieved. "Thank you." He says to the cleric.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"You seem to be a gnome. You look sickly, do you require medical attention of any kind?"
*He doesn't mean that as an insult, he genuinely is asking*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
Besint gives a thumbs up. "I'll give it a room to rest in." He picks up the wolf and walks upstairs to the floor people's rooms are.
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
“Ya callin me a disease?”
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The wolf takes a deep breath as you pick it up and tries to shifts its weight to make it easier to carry, however when it gets inside, it goes limp for just a second before letting out an unearthly sound, almost as if it lacks the needed instruments to speak, or bark for that matter.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
"No, you just look rather pale. I am sorry if I offended you."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
"Ok, settle down, pal." He walks upstairs, opens the door to the nearest vacant room, and sets the wolf down on a bed. "Get some sleep."
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ
He lifts his forefinger. “Well, ya did. Ya first thought was that I was sick. Ain’t ya ever seen a Vamp before?” He says Vamp almost as if it was a slur of some kind.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
A bit after you put the wolf down, it falls asleep, and a while after that, it shifts into the form of a stag-horned Tiefling, somewhere in his mid teens. Around his arm is a circlet with something in infernal written in it. He wears a belt with multiple pouches.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
Boink*
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
Winterfyre the white dragon wyrmling pushes into the tavern, visiting again for the first time in many days
Heyyyy! What's up? It's me, AwesomeDungeonMaster, although I go by Awe, and my Drummer given title is Epic Crit Roller of Legend! I love DRAGONS!!! This is my laptop account. Check out my cult/club, the DragonClub! You guys here on DDB are AWESOME!
As Besint thanks the cleric, the skeleton stands up and stretches, cracking its back. "Thank you, I needed that," before his eyes alight on her staff. "Tha staff is definitely magical, have you any idea what it does?"
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
OOC: suggestion for this thread, instead of quoting people to create massive lines of quotes, you can do what I've seen a couple threads do and just @people like its discord.
[A paper drops out of a flash of light and drifts to the ground at your feet] -(extended sig)-
*Nah, quotes are mostly what we do here. And when it gets too long we just cut the chain.*
Hello! I am a perfectly sane gibberer. Hi! :D
Locations are dead, the Temple of Potassium has fallen but its ideals live on
A mysterious link of chain... (Extended signature). PRAISE JEFF THE EVIL ROOMBA! REALLY cool video.
One of the Warlock Patrons on the forums. Low, low price of your soul, your firstborn child and your liver!
Titles: The Echoing Story Spewer from Drummer, the Endless Maws from Isis, the Mad Murderer from PJ