Ooc: boi i didn't need a paragraph-long tirade, I was just questioning an obscenely high roll

DM Call

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If you are unhappy with the above, then I suggest you consider looking into a different campaign.

(Well,if Banjo must leave, he will leave in style.)

Suddenly, the reality around Banjo Man warps and folds into other dimensions. A few tables seem to begin stretching on into the horizon, and the entire building seems to twist and fold. The air begins flowing like water. You can taste the sounds in the floor. Suddenly, with a pop and a "OH CRAP! NOT AGAIN!", reality returns to normality. One thing is missing, though.

Banjo man is gone, but there is a note on the floor.

Onyx picks up the note and tosses it in the trash. His form slowly reverting back to his normal self. walking back to Warnaus at the table. "So... Where was I? Oh yeah, the killing and waking up part. Are you still interested?" Onyx asks as he feels eyes upon him and blank stares as he just went back to doing what he was doing as if nothing happened. 

The trash is no longer there. It has been replaced with some potted petunias. Upon further inspection, there are potted plants everywhere. Potted plants on tables, potted plants in front of the door, potted plants on the bar, and potted plants in every corner. Also, there's a big jar full of pickled fish on the floor. It's a whole lot of fish.

"Lovely. More damn fish." Despair starts playing with one by throwing it up and using a crackle of lightning to catch it back.

(OOC: does Despair hear Onyx's talk about his immortality?)

Despair uses his other hand to lightning the note out of the trash, reading it.

The note says:

I shall return once I finally achieve my greatest goal. Until then, enjoy the petunias and fish.

Sincerely,

Robert Upton Archibald "Banjo Man" Ulysses S. Peterson Pickman-Sinclair the 3rd.

"Damnit I won't. More fish..." Despair starts staring into the fire, his eyes glazed over with memories.

The door flies open, and sound of a banjo can be heard. In the doorway stands Banjo Man, now looking quite undead, his skin dried and withered, and his eyes glowing a rather disconcerting shade of green.

"Looks like the fish didn't turn out quite right."

Despair sighs, casts misty step to leave the tavern behind Banjo, and draws both pistols, going to shoot at the slightest movement. 

OOC- Despair could hear it with the perception roll you made earlier. Let me know if you want me to PM you the quick story. 

Onyx stops as the door opens and he hears the Banjo once again. Calling out across the bar from his seat.

"Oh you again that was quick, listen performance area is over there" he points to a stage on the far side of the room opposite where he sits. "Remember whatever grudge you hold stays outside, my offer for free drinks till that coin satchel is empty still stands, that goes for everyone" he looks over to Raggy and gestures for another round to be passed around. As he finishes he notices the potted plants and barrel of fish and takes a curious look around. "Uh Rag, I think that trickster blue thing has been up to no good again, Nia thought it was just in the broom closet?" 

"So Waranus, what say you care to hear anymore?" 

(Alright, pm me)

Despair calls in "Hey! Onyx! Yeah, this isn't Banjo. This thing is... different."

*raises my hand hoping to partake in this free round of drinks and tries to tune out the banjo man* "if i may sir i'd like to hear the tales of ur immortality..."

"This doesn't look good... Ah, pardon me, please." A tall young man with messy two-toned white and black hair and tan skin sidles around Despair and the now undead Banjo to poke his head inside the tavern. He has the same dark feathering on his arms as Crow, though he's kept it mostly obscured by his loose clothing and cloak. "C'mon, Crow, you've had your fun. It's time to go home now."

Crow glances about nervously and his feathers floof out anxiously before his eyes settle on his friend in the doorway. He had enough excitement for one adventure. Time to scoot. "Alba! I wondered when you'd catch up to me, you slowpoke. You, uh... missed all the fun." With a nervous chuckle, Crow takes one last sip from his drink and begins to collect his things, tucking them away in his satchel. He then turns to Ragella. "Thank you again for the drink, Miss, and sorry for the trouble..." He fishes a gold coin out of his pocket and sets it on the table. "Um... here. For you and Miss Nia." Crow gives a polite little bow and scampers out the door behind his friend after that, calling after him, "Hey, Alba! You'll never believe the day I had! Want me to play you this new song I learned?"

Wild Crow fled!

"Go ahead and shoot. Your bullets can only barely harm me. As for you,"

He turns to face Onyx.

"it's been 400 of my years since I've last been here, and if one thing dissolves grudges, it's time."

*watches as crow leaves beging to start to feel a bit alone again* "awww wellp that sucks"

Crow finds a notebook in his satchel, with where to find Despair if he wishes to talk about shifters. Despair smiles pleasantly as Crow and Alba leave, then shoots Banjo in the face as he speaks.

Pistol #1: Attack: 11 Damage: 6  Sneak Attack: 12

Pistol #2: Attack: 17 Damage: Unable to parse dice roll.

*Sorry, +5 to each attack aswell

"Ow! That's my face!"

Despite a new hole in his face, Banjo still stands.

Despair looks over to check whether he's still undead. If so, he repeats the attack. (Just assume it does the same damage)

Banjo lad points his finger at you and screams in some unknown language.

(Hold person. Make a wisdom saving throw.)