"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
"I'm not sure. Again, I don't remember much of my previous life, which was around 475 years ago. If I have heard of you, I probably won't remember any time soon. Wait, how long did you say you were trapped in here again?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
"I'm not sure. Again, I don't remember much of my previous life, which was around 475 years ago. If I have heard of you, I probably won't remember any time soon. Wait, how long did you say you were trapped in here again?"
"I don't remember. There's a wall in the cellar where I marked the days for the first several centuries, lifetimes ago."
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
"I'm not sure. Again, I don't remember much of my previous life, which was around 475 years ago. If I have heard of you, I probably won't remember any time soon. Wait, how long did you say you were trapped in here again?"
"I don't remember. There's a wall in the cellar where I marked the days for the first several centuries, lifetimes ago."
"Well, good to know, but we're getting off topic. Is it okay if I have a look around the place?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
"I'm not sure. Again, I don't remember much of my previous life, which was around 475 years ago. If I have heard of you, I probably won't remember any time soon. Wait, how long did you say you were trapped in here again?"
"I don't remember. There's a wall in the cellar where I marked the days for the first several centuries, lifetimes ago."
"Well, good to know, but we're getting off topic. Is it okay if I have a look around the place?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
"I'm not sure. Again, I don't remember much of my previous life, which was around 475 years ago. If I have heard of you, I probably won't remember any time soon. Wait, how long did you say you were trapped in here again?"
"I don't remember. There's a wall in the cellar where I marked the days for the first several centuries, lifetimes ago."
"Well, good to know, but we're getting off topic. Is it okay if I have a look around the place?"
"I ran out of topics on day 9325."
"Well, let's hope we can get out before then, then." Tzungy takes a look at the second floor of the building.
*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
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*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
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*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
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*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
*Well, I guess I'll join in, since I have nothing better to do.*
A very strange undead walks into the tavern, with spectral limbs replacing the left arm, left leg, and right foot. It has a backpack on, and carries a mace and a shield. A holy-looking amulet hangs around its neck. "What's going on here?" it asks, sounding almost human.
"Eek!" the halfling shouts, covering his eyes. "Begone, foul abomination!"
"Abomination? Oh, right. Sorry, I keep forgetting I look like this. My name is Tzungy, and no, I am not an undead monster. I died roughly 475 years ago, I think, and came back to life pretty recently. I don't remember much of my past life. That's the gist of my backstory. If you have any more questions about me, please feel free to ask."
"I'm... just going to stand over here," the halfling says, scampering over to the far side of the tavern.
"Well, have fun with that." Tzungy turns to the others in the bar. "Why do y'all look so depressed? Did somebody die?"
"Unfortunately not."
"I'm confused. Is dying a good thing here for some reason?"
"We're pretty sure it's a way out."
"Way out? You mean we're stuck here!?"
"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave. I'm Szym, not that it really matters, anymore."
"Well, Szym, I'm not the kind to give up so easily. Also, was that a reference to a certain song? I seem to remember that from somewhere..."
"I was a bard, but I don't remember any of my songs any more."
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"I have no idea." Tzungy cuts in. "I haven't been alive for over 400 years. Oh, wait, you were talking to him, weren't you? Sorry, please carry on." Tzungy backs away, listening with interest.
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
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"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
"You're an actor?"
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
Tzungy stands there for a second, just staring blankly at you. After a moment, he snaps out of it. "Oh, the memories just came flooding back! I used to be an adventurer of some sort, and I think the bard of our group sang that song a few times. Thanks for helping me remember that little bit of information from my past life, Szym! It means more to me than you could know." Tzungy takes a look around. "What was I doing again? Oh, right - looking for a way out."
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"Have you heard of me? I was known as Szym the Mercurial, many years ago. Not that it's important. Nothing really matters, anymore."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"I'm not sure. Again, I don't remember much of my previous life, which was around 475 years ago. If I have heard of you, I probably won't remember any time soon. Wait, how long did you say you were trapped in here again?"
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"I don't remember. There's a wall in the cellar where I marked the days for the first several centuries, lifetimes ago."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Well, good to know, but we're getting off topic. Is it okay if I have a look around the place?"
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"I ran out of topics on day 9325."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Well, let's hope we can get out before then, then." Tzungy takes a look at the second floor of the building.
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Ducks are just geese lite. Focus on the future. It'll become the past soon enough.
Istari and White Counsel in Club. Not the wish-granter of a thread.
Become a Plague Doctor today!
Join the Knights of the Random Table and Calius and Kothar Industries!
Homebrew: Artifact, Dungeon
May be offline due to school
"You're a singer?" the halfling asks Szym. "I'm an actor. It's nice to meet a fellow enthusiast of the arts."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"I haven't sung for longer then I care to remember."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Well, why don't you give it a try?" the halfling asks. "I'm always happy to listen to another performer. My name's Trith."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Hello Trith." Szym's voice is dry, raspy, and incapable of exclamation points.
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Hello, Syzm," Trith's voice slithers, screeching like a rusty knife on steel.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"You're an actor?"
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Yes," Trith says in his normal voice.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"What do people perform now? I don't hear anything from the outside except for when new fools walk in the door."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"I have no idea." Tzungy cuts in. "I haven't been alive for over 400 years. Oh, wait, you were talking to him, weren't you? Sorry, please carry on." Tzungy backs away, listening with interest.
Looking for a campaign? Or, perhaps, trying to start one? Come join Rolegate! Just send me a friend request (same name as here) and I'll help you get started!
Ducks are just geese lite. Focus on the future. It'll become the past soon enough.
Istari and White Counsel in Club. Not the wish-granter of a thread.
Become a Plague Doctor today!
Join the Knights of the Random Table and Calius and Kothar Industries!
Homebrew: Artifact, Dungeon
May be offline due to school
"Well there's one called Hamilton that's pretty popular. It's fantasy/science fiction."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Do you know a woman named Eris? About 5' 2", top hat, complete idiot? We were friends."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)
"Um... no?" Trith says. "Are you sure there isn't way out? Someone made this tavern. Someone has to be able to unmake it."
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"She could, but this twisted place fits her sense of humor. I think she'd just have fun watching until we were on the edge of madness, then shove us over and finally bring us out."
I have a weird sense of humor.
I also make maps.(That's a link)