fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
The door opens, releasing a blizzard of snow and... stars? A large wolf, perhaps a Dire Wolf, strolls through, the ice clinging to its short fur, which waves as if submerged, parts aglow like the night sky. It gazes upon the patrons before growling a low, yet not intentionally menacing, rumble, signifying a small pack to follow in. The rests of the wolves are regular in size and appearance, though one near the front of the group carries a slumbering tabaxi, her fur in places replaced by transcendent scales, particularly her right paw, which now resembles a dragonborn's claw. The Dire Wolf walks over and nudges her awake. "Mmmm. Where are we Sylvan?" She speaks, sitting up and taking in the surroundings.
The Dire Wolf has disappeared, replaced by another tabaxi, a few years older and his fur cut short. They wear similar clothing as well, though the scaled ones' is more vibrant and decorated, whereas the older's has a much more simple scheme. They both are sitting at the bar, the three wolves that came in with them resting at their feet.
A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.
*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*
"Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires
A grunt. A horrible hacking, coughing sound comes from the inside, as if it were dying. Then: in a loud, crackly voice, the creature says: "I would enjoy a refill, thank you."
Asmodeus proceeds to refill their drink and says, "So which dungeon did you come from?"
"Mm. I've been through many in my time." It sips slowly, savoring the taste of the drink. "Sit! Take a rest and chat with me!"
"Sorry, I can't I have other patrons to look after."
"All good, friend. You amaze me even with your presence." Although you can't see, you get the sense that the creature, beneath its hood, is smiling. "By the way, do you have any coffee, if it's not too much to ask? Don't get me wrong, I love ale, but I'm desperately in need of something to keep me awake."
"You flatter me, but as for the coffee, I'll have to attempt to grow some coffee beans in the greenhouse. I can make you a cup of coffee right now, but next time when you come back its on the house," Asmodeus says cheerfully
The creature tips its hat (yes, it has a hat now), revealing a large clump of viscous, neon-green slime. "That sounds amazing! Well, I'll look forward to it." It stands up, lifting two long appendages that..****y somewhat resemble arms, and strides across the room.
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
The door opens, releasing a blizzard of snow and... stars? A large wolf, perhaps a Dire Wolf, strolls through, the ice clinging to its short fur, which waves as if submerged, parts aglow like the night sky. It gazes upon the patrons before growling a low, yet not intentionally menacing, rumble, signifying a small pack to follow in. The rests of the wolves are regular in size and appearance, though one near the front of the group carries a slumbering tabaxi, her fur in places replaced by transcendent scales, particularly her right paw, which now resembles a dragonborn's claw. The Dire Wolf walks over and nudges her awake. "Mmmm. Where are we Sylvan?" She speaks, sitting up and taking in the surroundings.
The Dire Wolf has disappeared, replaced by another tabaxi, a few years older and his fur cut short. They wear similar clothing as well, though the scaled ones' is more vibrant and decorated, whereas the older's has a much more simple scheme. They both are sitting at the bar, the three wolves that came in with them resting at their feet.
A small, black-carapaced creature enters the tavern, zooming on its six legs ---- until it skids to a stop beside the wolves, hopping up onto the seat next to theirs. It stares at him as it bangs on the counter, and a presence pops into his mind. A thin, nasal voice ----- not unlike that of Bart Simpson ----- asks him a question.
<<Hey, buddy, where are you from?>>
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
*Can I join as a Gold Dragon Wyrmling with instances of fire damage replaced by lightning? Also, the following Innate Spellcasting:
At-will: Shocking Grasp
1/day each: Chromatic Orb, Witch Bolt
Also, maybe the ability to take on a human form (this is kinda an adaption of my CHB character, with some small changes)*
*Feel free, it qualifies for the above 6 intelligence :)*
*All right! Now, for an intro:*
A teenage human girl walks into the tavern, clad entirely in black clothes like those you would wear at a funeral. She has pale white skin and lavender eyes. She is holding her hand on a small bloody wound on her side that sparks with electricity every once in a while. Scales keep appearing on her skin around the injury, but flickering away when she concentrates. She sits down at a table, careful to not bleed onto the chair.
A shimmering to her right. Then, to her left. A thick, green...hand? Elbow? Appendage-thing? settles down upon her table with a loud squelch. "Hey, there, ma'am," comes a voice ---- loud, crackly, and with a slight Southern drawl. "I'll buy you a drink if you tell me your story. And ---- you need anything for that cut of yours?"
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Build us a door And rest here with me Lights are on But nobody's home... extended sig
The door opens, releasing a blizzard of snow and... stars? A large wolf, perhaps a Dire Wolf, strolls through, the ice clinging to its short fur, which waves as if submerged, parts aglow like the night sky. It gazes upon the patrons before growling a low, yet not intentionally menacing, rumble, signifying a small pack to follow in. The rests of the wolves are regular in size and appearance, though one near the front of the group carries a slumbering tabaxi, her fur in places replaced by transcendent scales, particularly her right paw, which now resembles a dragonborn's claw. The Dire Wolf walks over and nudges her awake. "Mmmm. Where are we Sylvan?" She speaks, sitting up and taking in the surroundings.
The Dire Wolf has disappeared, replaced by another tabaxi, a few years older and his fur cut short. They wear similar clothing as well, though the scaled ones' is more vibrant and decorated, whereas the older's has a much more simple scheme. They both are sitting at the bar, the three wolves that came in with them resting at their feet.
A small, black-carapaced creature enters the tavern, zooming on its six legs ---- until it skids to a stop beside the wolves, hopping up onto the seat next to theirs. It stares at him as it bangs on the counter, and a presence pops into his mind. A thin, nasal voice ----- not unlike that of Bart Simpson ----- asks him a question.
<<Hey, buddy, where are you from?>>
He looks up to the creature, his eyes trapped in a predatory yet tired gaze. "Ichi, the City of Shooting Stars. And you?" The feminine feline perks up when he speaks, a glass of mead in her claws. "Is this a telepathy thing like with Valiant or you just being weird?"
(Is their an outside of the tavern and if so is their a body of water)
(There isn't really an outside of the tavern persay essientially the tavern is sealed underneath a mountain so the portals are the only way in however I'll change the greenhouse area slightly so it's a garden instead with a lake)
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
(Is their an outside of the tavern and if so is their a body of water)
(There isn't really an outside of the tavern persay essientially the tavern is sealed underneath a mountain so the portals are the only way in however I'll change the greenhouse area slightly so it's a garden instead with a lake)
(Is their an outside of the tavern and if so is their a body of water)
(There isn't really an outside of the tavern persay essientially the tavern is sealed underneath a mountain so the portals are the only way in however I'll change the greenhouse area slightly so it's a garden instead with a lake)
(Cool)
(Feel free to use it now :P)
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
The lake starts bubbling before a kraken comes crashing out of it carrying the corpses of multiple adventurers and sailors of all different species dropping them as coins come out of the corpses as the kraken looks around and reach’s two tentacles to the bar one carrying a corpse that he drops on the bar with gold coins in its pouches and pockets before grabbing two barrels of beer
A teenage human girl walks into the tavern, clad entirely in black clothes like those you would wear at a funeral. She has pale white skin and lavender eyes. She is holding her hand on a small bloody wound on her side that sparks with electricity every once in a while. Scales keep appearing on her skin around the injury, but flickering away when she concentrates. She sits down at a table, careful to not bleed onto the chair.
A shimmering to her right. Then, to her left. A thick, green...hand? Elbow? Appendage-thing? settles down upon her table with a loud squelch. "Hey, there, ma'am," comes a voice ---- loud, crackly, and with a slight Southern drawl. "I'll buy you a drink if you tell me your story. And ---- you need anything for that cut of yours?"
Without bothering to look up she says, "Getting me drunk and hearing my story are both terrible ideas. And as for the cut-" she grimaces as scales grow across it, fading into skin, "-it's just a flesh wound, as they say."
The massive goat-horned blacksmith guy is sitting away from everyone else as usual. He's drinking a beer out of a double-size tankard. Three more of these sit empty on his table, but he seems perfectly sober.
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
The massive goat-horned blacksmith guy is sitting away from everyone else as usual. He's drinking a beer out of a double-size tankard. Three more of these sit empty on his table, but he seems perfectly sober.
Asmodeus picks up the empty mugs and says "How are things faring today dear patron?"
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
The massive goat-horned blacksmith guy is sitting away from everyone else as usual. He's drinking a beer out of a double-size tankard. Three more of these sit empty on his table, but he seems perfectly sober.
Asmodeus picks up the empty mugs and says "How are things faring today dear patron?"
"Bad." He replies with a grunt. "A day away from my forge is a day wasted." He drinks some more, then adds, "Your beer is very good though."
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Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
The massive goat-horned blacksmith guy is sitting away from everyone else as usual. He's drinking a beer out of a double-size tankard. Three more of these sit empty on his table, but he seems perfectly sober.
Asmodeus picks up the empty mugs and says "How are things faring today dear patron?"
"Bad." He replies with a grunt. "A day away from my forge is a day wasted." He drinks some more, then adds, "Your beer is very good though."
"We have a forge in the tavern. If you are interested we also have a trading post for materials." Asmodeus says as he hands them another mug of ale
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fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
(It's within the rules I places so yes)
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
(Yay time for very drunk kraken get the barrels ready)
The Dire Wolf has disappeared, replaced by another tabaxi, a few years older and his fur cut short. They wear similar clothing as well, though the scaled ones' is more vibrant and decorated, whereas the older's has a much more simple scheme. They both are sitting at the bar, the three wolves that came in with them resting at their feet.
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
The creature tips its hat (yes, it has a hat now), revealing a large clump of viscous, neon-green slime. "That sounds amazing! Well, I'll look forward to it." It stands up, lifting two long appendages that..****y somewhat resemble arms, and strides across the room.
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
A small, black-carapaced creature enters the tavern, zooming on its six legs ---- until it skids to a stop beside the wolves, hopping up onto the seat next to theirs. It stares at him as it bangs on the counter, and a presence pops into his mind. A thin, nasal voice ----- not unlike that of Bart Simpson ----- asks him a question.
<<Hey, buddy, where are you from?>>
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
A shimmering to her right. Then, to her left. A thick, green...hand? Elbow? Appendage-thing? settles down upon her table with a loud squelch. "Hey, there, ma'am," comes a voice ---- loud, crackly, and with a slight Southern drawl. "I'll buy you a drink if you tell me your story. And ---- you need anything for that cut of yours?"
Build us a door
And rest here with me
Lights are on
But nobody's home...
extended sig
(Is their an outside of the tavern and if so is their a body of water)
He looks up to the creature, his eyes trapped in a predatory yet tired gaze. "Ichi, the City of Shooting Stars. And you?" The feminine feline perks up when he speaks, a glass of mead in her claws. "Is this a telepathy thing like with Valiant or you just being weird?"
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
(There isn't really an outside of the tavern persay essientially the tavern is sealed underneath a mountain so the portals are the only way in however I'll change the greenhouse area slightly so it's a garden instead with a lake)
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
(Cool)
(Feel free to use it now :P)
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
The lake starts bubbling before a kraken comes crashing out of it carrying the corpses of multiple adventurers and sailors of all different species dropping them as coins come out of the corpses as the kraken looks around and reach’s two tentacles to the bar one carrying a corpse that he drops on the bar with gold coins in its pouches and pockets before grabbing two barrels of beer
Without bothering to look up she says, "Getting me drunk and hearing my story are both terrible ideas. And as for the cut-" she grimaces as scales grow across it, fading into skin, "-it's just a flesh wound, as they say."
Here's a link to my Discord thing: The Dorky Dragon Tavern
"Avoid roasted cabbage, do not eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life." -Angela
this is Gato's way. [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] + [roll]1d4[/roll] = [roll][roll:-6]+[roll:-5]+[roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
Hello, all! Foalin is my familiar, after a little conversation...
extended sig(click it): :3
The massive goat-horned blacksmith guy is sitting away from everyone else as usual. He's drinking a beer out of a double-size tankard. Three more of these sit empty on his table, but he seems perfectly sober.
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
Asmodeus picks up the empty mugs and says "How are things faring today dear patron?"
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig
"Bad." He replies with a grunt. "A day away from my forge is a day wasted." He drinks some more, then adds, "Your beer is very good though."
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*20 people viewing? wow*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
*ill make a char enentually*
Maniacal Unseelie Nightmare Enby
You Remember Me. Just Think A Little Harder.
*hii capatin! how are you?*
Heya everyone! I'm EJO, DDB's resident immortal rat who appears randomly roughly once every week.
I'm not active much, but always up to talk when I am.
I'm known as CptKurn nearly everywhere but here.
From 5:00 to 7:30 pretty much every day I'm playing either Overwatch, Dead by Daylight or Stellaris
Do not ask me about anything I like because I WILL waffle on for half an hour.
I'm British so I'm not active at the same time as most of y'all
"We have a forge in the tavern. If you are interested we also have a trading post for materials." Asmodeus says as he hands them another mug of ale
fellow follower of JEFF!!!! and a fan of BotW titles include:Beastmaster Extraordinaire,Wizened Beholder of the West Wind,Salvatore's Secret Archivist, Bladesong Smith
Co-cult leader of the cynophobia cult
Archivist of the kingdoms and Crowns thread, Percy Jackson thread, Mechanicus and Realm of Dragons,MDDTG,The Academy threads Admin of the Academy
Extended sig