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You are now paralyzed. Banjo Man takes your guns and places them in his pack.

"I do believe I'll be taking these. I've had 400 years to study the rules, and last time I checked, you aren't allowed to attempt murder on other patrons."

"400 years, well you look like shit, what plane of existence where you on? I'm only familiar with a handful...." as he is talking the pistols ring out and blow a gaping hole in the banjo man's face.

"Oh that doesnt do anything to help how shitty you look right now." Onyx leans back in his chair and chugs his drink in front if him. 

"400 years does some things to you. At least I obtained my near-infinite lifespan by my own studies and work, not by more... unsavory means. Once I get the chance, I'll get these bullets out of my face."

"Cool story bro" onyx just sits with his drink in hand

Nia runs over to Crow before he leaves to give him a warm hug '' I am going to miss you, Crow.. please. come back anytime! '' she say heart-felt and let him go, wave smallish to him as he leaves. 

She then returns to work as usual, watching people, returning tankards and broom the floor a little, unfaced by all the new strange stuff. 

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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: 20 Damage: 8  Sneak Attack: 8

Pistol #2: Attack: 14 Damage: 7

*Sorry, +5 to each attack aswell

"Okay, you had your warnings, you're barred!" Ragella tells Despair. There is a glimmer of light over where Despair was standing, as he is removed from the tavern, disappearing (his pistols also disappear). She walks over to Banjo. "Want me to fix that? Apologies for the rowdy patrons." She asks, holding her hand up, the palm glowing with radiant light.

OOC: Despair has been permanently barred from TQITR. If you wish to continue posting here, you can do so as a different character. if you do, please don't just play Despair 2.

"Worry not. Lichdom has increased my power twentyfold, and my wounds shall soon mend."

Main Room

Rag frowns slightly. "Alright then," She lowers her hand and returns to the bar. "But keep in mind you still need to be a paying customer, and I don't want any more disturbances or you'll get barred too, hun."

A note appears to fly through the room from the path that leads to the kitchen, folded up into an origami bird as it flutters to the empty cork board beside the chalk board listing drinks. It unfolds itself to show a picture of Despair, as it attaches itself and the sign above the cork board reads BARRED.

Despair looks angrily, and turns back into the street. "Alright. Don't say anything about me when this monstrosity kills you all." Within a few seconds, he spins and vanishes into a purplish cloud.

(Also, Banjo, the pistols that you took evaporate into a purple mist and reform in Despair's hands before he teleports away.)

A worried looking changeling darts past, and halts by TRITQ. "Did you see an elf? Pistols with him, probably drunk, maybe with a raven?" They're  wearing a bright cloak shifting colour as it billows, a purple shield on their back with a moving face (its eye has a symbol of the Traveler) and a lute in their hand. They have an ornate scimitar sheathed, and the top of the lute conceals a scimitar as well. Their clothes are a strange mix of bright colours and dulled mithral  half plate. Their hair is a brightly shifting purplish-blue pompadour, and they have intricate runes all over their lute. Noticing the "barred" sign for Despair, they grimace. "Sorry. Hope he didn't cause too much trouble." Noticing Banjo's healing face, and undead nature, he sighs and sits down. "Damn it. Sorry, I have been following him, but the one time he escapes... agh. Beshaba curse it, I thought he was fine at Weathersmall..." he briefly frowns, then goes back to his bright smile. 

"Seems this place is a bit out of music. I could help with that, if you want." He starts strumming his lute in a mock song about a paladin named Clint.

Performance: 24

"Oh fun, another bard," Erias days as he finishes his drink. "Hey Rag, you got any more rooms? Or, maybe earplugs, or some special kind of drink that makes the sound go away?" 

Onyx's head snaps towards the lute playing changeling, he starts clapping his hands along with the beat of the song. "Ahh see that's a good tune, better than that there banjo!" he looks to banjo dead man as he takes a couple gold coin from his pocket and tosses them towards the lute player. "Job well done sir, glad to have someone here who can actually play a melody. perhaps you can do a duet with... where did she go? Raggy where did whats her face go, ya know the pretty one who sings?" Turning back to the changeling "Trust me shes a sight and voice just as beautiful would go well with that lute you play so well" 

"Well, I'm not a bard, and I never was. I'll still play my banjo, though, even if just to spite you."

He pulls his now-400-year-old banjo, moves up to the performing area, and begins playing his banjo along with the other musicians.

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It isn't as great-sounding as the others, but it fits in decently.

The changeling picks up the coins with a smile, and starts strumming his lute faster, now singing about his whole adventuring party, have something to say about each of them. It describes Clint the paladin who worships money (ironic because the changeling used to be a master thief), Toast the insane tabaxi, Despair The Trigger-Happy, as he is officially known, Explosion the sociopath, and Pebble the Literally Just a Lizard. 

Performance: 22

He bows and smiles, tipping his feathered hat. "Name's Random, by the way." He looks on to Banjo's performance.

"Banjo man, guess those 400 years haven't taught you enough, why do petty things out of spite? seems sorta childish doesn't it?" Onyx replies with a slight grin on his face. 

"Because it entertains me to see your indignant rage. You yourself aren't exactly one to rant about morality, you know."

"Rage?, I'm perfectly calm right now. How can one be upset when this fine gentleman is playing such nice music?" gesturing towards Random and his Lute. "Besides there are far too many drinks to be had." Peering over at the satchel in Raggy's possession, "at least until that is empty" He lets out a hearty laugh "silly boy..." as he turns his back to the banjo man and walks back to his seat at the table.

Main Room

"Play nice, kids." Ragella says to the group again. "Feeding trolls just lets them grow bigger." She looks to the banjo-playing lich. "Now then, I believe I mentioned this place is for paying patrons only, as so far you have yet to pay for anything. Don't think that your journey into sudden lichdom makes you anything special, hun. I keep a strict tab here, and I'm pretty curious on how much your taste buds will have changed in four hundred years."

Main Room

Ragella, now feeling things might hopefully settle down for a moment, returns to her duties. "Hey, hun." She says Erias. "If you're after a room, we can happily oblige. I could put up a silence wall to filter the noise if you need."