In honor of Halloween's approach (yes I'm impatient), I've decided to create a tavern just for the spooky season. I don't expect it to be more successful than my last tavern, but I will bump this every year on the first day of autumn (yes I know that it isn't the first day of autumn).
A dark, towering building stands before you. In the middle of the haunted forests of the domain of Wikkeren, the Nightmare Hold stands, eager to accept guests, regardless of how evil or unnatural they are.
The Hold itself is a living building staffed by undead, both created to serve a war long forgotten. Without any soldiers to care for, the Hold converted itself into an oversized inn. Service is free, and so is your stay, and rooms are customized to suit each guest.
There are six sections to the Hold: the courtyard (combat and training), the tavern (common room), the hotel (rooms), the catacombs (exploration/adventure), the games room (minigames and npcs), and the library (common room 2 and lore).
However, you must abide by the rules. Those who don't... dissapear in the night, never to be seen again.
Rules:
1. The Hold despises violence in its halls. If you want to engage in combat, take it to the courtyard. Ressurection services will be provided.
2. The Hold is open to everyone, including families bringing in children. If you wish to do something that would be innappropriate, IE sex or hard swearing, take it to your rooms (take 18+ content to the PMs).
3. Treat others with some level of respect, especially the Staff and the Hold. Hostility is fine, as long as it does not violate rule 1, but bullying others is not okay.
4. This is more of a suggestion, but pace yourself. Breathe. (Make sure quote chains don't get out of hand.)
5. Strength is key, but creatures beyond the power of the Hold are not usually accepted. (Characters should not be stronger than a level 20 PC or a CR 16 monster. Exceptions can be made, but talk to me or a mod first.)
In the tavern, a poltergeist (or some invisible creature) in a suit polishes a glass.
A tall, silver-skinned elf with a gun at their hip (or a dagger, depending on whether guns exist) slams open the door and walks into the common room. At the sight of a glass being polished by an empty suit, they stumble backwards before rubbing their head and mumbling, seemingly to themselves, "Calm yourself, Grayson. You know ghosts aren't real. This must be a... magical construct! Yes, that's surely what it is." They sit down at a bar stool and say confidently, "Suit, get me a glass of your finest ale."
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
A tall, silver-skinned elf with a gun at their hip (or a dagger, depending on whether guns exist) slams open the door and walks into the common room. At the sight of a glass being polished by an empty suit, they stumble backwards before rubbing their head and mumbling, seemingly to themselves, "Calm yourself, Grayson. You know ghosts aren't real. This must be a... magical construct! Yes, that's surely what it is." They sit down at a bar stool and say confidently, "Suit, get me a glass of your finest ale."
*This takes place in the Ravenloft setting, meaning that as long as it's even lightly horror-themed, characters can be from just about any setting. Guns are alright. Heck, you could even have a futuristic character if you so desired!*
"Right away, sir." Comes a slow, rumbling voice.
The floating suit keeps polishing the glass. A bottle with a fancy-looking label floats toward the bar. The spirit puts the glass down. The cork pops out of the bottle as it pours its contents into the glass.
A tall, silver-skinned elf with a gun at their hip (or a dagger, depending on whether guns exist) slams open the door and walks into the common room. At the sight of a glass being polished by an empty suit, they stumble backwards before rubbing their head and mumbling, seemingly to themselves, "Calm yourself, Grayson. You know ghosts aren't real. This must be a... magical construct! Yes, that's surely what it is." They sit down at a bar stool and say confidently, "Suit, get me a glass of your finest ale."
*This takes place in the Ravenloft setting, meaning that as long as it's even lightly horror-themed, characters can be from just about any setting. Guns are alright. Heck, you could even have a futuristic character if you so desired!*
"Right away, sir." Comes a slow, rumbling voice.
The floating suit keeps polishing the glass. A bottle with a fancy-looking label floats toward the bar. The spirit puts the glass down. The cork pops out of the bottle as it pours its contents into the glass.
Grayson chuckles nervously. "Thank you, wizard."
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
A tall, silver-skinned elf with a gun at their hip (or a dagger, depending on whether guns exist) slams open the door and walks into the common room. At the sight of a glass being polished by an empty suit, they stumble backwards before rubbing their head and mumbling, seemingly to themselves, "Calm yourself, Grayson. You know ghosts aren't real. This must be a... magical construct! Yes, that's surely what it is." They sit down at a bar stool and say confidently, "Suit, get me a glass of your finest ale."
*This takes place in the Ravenloft setting, meaning that as long as it's even lightly horror-themed, characters can be from just about any setting. Guns are alright. Heck, you could even have a futuristic character if you so desired!*
"Right away, sir." Comes a slow, rumbling voice.
The floating suit keeps polishing the glass. A bottle with a fancy-looking label floats toward the bar. The spirit puts the glass down. The cork pops out of the bottle as it pours its contents into the glass.
Grayson chuckles nervously. "Thank you, wizard."
"You are very welcome, elf. Just be sure to pay your tab. We accept currencies based on material, not on value." It "gestures" towards a sign, showing the basic currency system that is so common in most worlds.
In the tavern, a poltergeist (or some invisible creature) in a suit polishes a glass.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
Given the other staff's appearences, the owlin wasn't sure what they were expecting. The Master appears to be a corpulent shadow monster stuffed into a suit made for an ever-so-slightly slightly smaller creature. He flexes his wings as he wipes his face with a handkerchief. He smiles, revealing the dim turquoise light glowing inside his body, and the shape of his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"I heard that you wanted me? I'm up for anything!"
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
Given the other staff's appearences, the owlin wasn't sure what they were expecting. The Master appears to be a corpulent shadow monster stuffed into a suit made for an ever-so-slightly slightly smaller creature. He flexes his wings as he wipes his face with a handkerchief. He smiles, revealing the dim turquoise light glowing inside his body, and the shape of his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"I heard that you wanted me? I'm up for anything!"
"Oh, well, um... are the decorations for some celebration? This whole place seems to be... trying to say something."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
In honor of Halloween's approach (yes I'm impatient), I've decided to create a tavern just for the spooky season. I don't expect it to be more successful than my last tavern, but I will bump this every year on the first day of autumn (yes I know that it isn't the first day of autumn).
In the tavern, a poltergeist (or some invisible creature) in a suit polishes a glass.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A tall, silver-skinned elf with a gun at their hip (or a dagger, depending on whether guns exist) slams open the door and walks into the common room. At the sight of a glass being polished by an empty suit, they stumble backwards before rubbing their head and mumbling, seemingly to themselves, "Calm yourself, Grayson. You know ghosts aren't real. This must be a... magical construct! Yes, that's surely what it is." They sit down at a bar stool and say confidently, "Suit, get me a glass of your finest ale."
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
*This takes place in the Ravenloft setting, meaning that as long as it's even lightly horror-themed, characters can be from just about any setting. Guns are alright. Heck, you could even have a futuristic character if you so desired!*
"Right away, sir." Comes a slow, rumbling voice.
The floating suit keeps polishing the glass. A bottle with a fancy-looking label floats toward the bar. The spirit puts the glass down. The cork pops out of the bottle as it pours its contents into the glass.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grayson chuckles nervously. "Thank you, wizard."
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
"You are very welcome, elf. Just be sure to pay your tab. We accept currencies based on material, not on value." It "gestures" towards a sign, showing the basic currency system that is so common in most worlds.
It seems that this sign is somehow necessary.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
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"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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Given the other staff's appearences, the owlin wasn't sure what they were expecting. The Master appears to be a corpulent shadow monster stuffed into a suit made for an ever-so-slightly slightly smaller creature. He flexes his wings as he wipes his face with a handkerchief. He smiles, revealing the dim turquoise light glowing inside his body, and the shape of his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"I heard that you wanted me? I'm up for anything!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Oh, well, um... are the decorations for some celebration? This whole place seems to be... trying to say something."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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