"Political and religious views they didn't like." They answer nonchalantly.
He narrows his eyes, “What exactly are these beliefs? We stuck our neck out for you so I think we’re entitled to an explanation.”
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
"Political and religious views they didn't like." They answer nonchalantly.
He narrows his eyes, “What exactly are these beliefs? We stuck our neck out for you so I think we’re entitled to an explanation.”
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
“You worship the Tasting Beast? That demon of delicacy that’s been locked away for years?” He scratches his beard, “Why would you give your worship to that thing?”
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
*It's a tradition in my house to give someone "DnD gifts" on their birthdays and Christmas. But you don't have to accept if you don't want to.*
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
“You worship the Tasting Beast? That demon of delicacy that’s been locked away for years?” He scratches his beard, “Why would you give your worship to that thing?”
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
*It's a tradition in my house to give someone "DnD gifts" on their birthdays and Christmas. But you don't have to accept if you don't want to.*
*If you give me something I’ll accept it, but I won’t ask for anything. Thanks dude, you are very kind indeed.*
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
“You worship the Tasting Beast? That demon of delicacy that’s been locked away for years?” He scratches his beard, “Why would you give your worship to that thing?”
"What do you worship, Troll?"
He growls, "That wasn't the question, but I'll answer you if you answer me. I did worship once, but the object of my affection is either dead or dormant. I believe in resurrection and awakening, but my god won't rise until there is nothing left of this wretched city."
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
*It's a tradition in my house to give someone "DnD gifts" on their birthdays and Christmas. But you don't have to accept if you don't want to.*
*If you give me something I’ll accept it, but I won’t ask for anything. Thanks dude, you are very kind indeed.*
*Eh, whatever, to honor your household’s tradition, how about a Ring of Mind Shielding if you didn’t have anything else in mind.*
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
*It's a tradition in my house to give someone "DnD gifts" on their birthdays and Christmas. But you don't have to accept if you don't want to.*
*If you give me something I’ll accept it, but I won’t ask for anything. Thanks dude, you are very kind indeed.*
*Eh, whatever, to honor your household’s tradition, how about a Ring of Mind Shielding if you didn’t have anything else in mind.*
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
“You worship the Tasting Beast? That demon of delicacy that’s been locked away for years?” He scratches his beard, “Why would you give your worship to that thing?”
"What do you worship, Troll?"
He growls, "That wasn't the question, but I'll answer you if you answer me. I did worship once, but the object of my affection is either dead or dormant. I believe in resurrection and awakening, but my god won't rise until there is nothing left of this wretched city."
"The Tasting Beast is going to be freed soon. At least, that's what the down-low has been telling me. Not that the evidence has been substantiated at any point. I've followed its teachings all my life, and to give it up now would be foolishness. I'd rather be one of the few possible survivors than one of the many guaranteed dead."
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
“You worship the Tasting Beast? That demon of delicacy that’s been locked away for years?” He scratches his beard, “Why would you give your worship to that thing?”
"What do you worship, Troll?"
He growls, "That wasn't the question, but I'll answer you if you answer me. I did worship once, but the object of my affection is either dead or dormant. I believe in resurrection and awakening, but my god won't rise until there is nothing left of this wretched city."
"The Tasting Beast is going to be freed soon. At least, that's what the down-low has been telling me. Not that the evidence has been substantiated at any point. I've followed its teachings all my life, and to give it up now would be foolishness. I'd rather be one of the few possible survivors than one of the many guaranteed dead."
He leans in close and the wood coating his body creaks like a tree in the wind, “You and I have similar desires, friend. I do not worship the Tasting Beast but I too would like to see it freed. Tell me, how will the devil be loosed? I wish to play my part.”
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
*It's a tradition in my house to give someone "DnD gifts" on their birthdays and Christmas. But you don't have to accept if you don't want to.*
*If you give me something I’ll accept it, but I won’t ask for anything. Thanks dude, you are very kind indeed.*
*Eh, whatever, to honor your household’s tradition, how about a Ring of Mind Shielding if you didn’t have anything else in mind.*
*Absolutely, go for it*
*Maybe I should’ve picked something else, oh well, now Pimento is effectively immortal.*
"The Tasting Beast is going to be freed soon. At least, that's what the down-low has been telling me. Not that the evidence has been substantiated at any point. I've followed its teachings all my life, and to give it up now would be foolishness. I'd rather be one of the few possible survivors than one of the many guaranteed dead."
He leans in close and the wood coating his body creaks like a tree in the wind, “You and I have similar desires, friend. I do not worship the Tasting Beast but I too would like to see it freed. Tell me, how will the devil be loosed? I wish to play my part.”
The bartender chuckles their mirthless laugh once more. "I have no idea. The word was dropped by the pigs in the Garnish Gardens. They didn't want us to know, so we couldn't respond to their crackdown effectively. Perhaps when you raid the local precinct, you'll find something worth learning."
Lydia is quietly sitting at one of the tables, carefully examining the inner mechanisms of the Organ Doner, her various tools sitting on virtually every other available surface of the table. She listens in to the conversation between the Bartender and Troll as she works, grinning to herself. To see the Tasting Beast return... she could hardly imagine a better outcome.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"The Tasting Beast is going to be freed soon. At least, that's what the down-low has been telling me. Not that the evidence has been substantiated at any point. I've followed its teachings all my life, and to give it up now would be foolishness. I'd rather be one of the few possible survivors than one of the many guaranteed dead."
He leans in close and the wood coating his body creaks like a tree in the wind, “You and I have similar desires, friend. I do not worship the Tasting Beast but I too would like to see it freed. Tell me, how will the devil be loosed? I wish to play my part.”
The bartender chuckles their mirthless laugh once more. "I have no idea. The word was dropped by the pigs in the Garnish Gardens. They didn't want us to know, so we couldn't respond to their crackdown effectively. Perhaps when you raid the local precinct, you'll find something worth learning."
"Ah well, that gives this old 'boe a spot to go." He turns to go speak with the others but looks back, "I'll be sure to mention your faithfulness to the Tasting Beast when we meet. What name should I give to him?"
The bartender chuckles their mirthless laugh once more. "I have no idea. The word was dropped by the pigs in the Garnish Gardens. They didn't want us to know, so we couldn't respond to their crackdown effectively. Perhaps when you raid the local precinct, you'll find something worth learning."
"Ah well, that gives this old 'boe a spot to go." He turns to go speak with the others but looks back, "I'll be sure to mention your faithfulness to the Tasting Beast when we meet. What name should I give to him?"
"It doesn't matter. I wouldn't want to influence its decisions. If it wants to kill me, I will take no issue with that. Might makes right when no one cares for each other, and that's just the world we live in, isn't it?"
The bartender chuckles their mirthless laugh once more. "I have no idea. The word was dropped by the pigs in the Garnish Gardens. They didn't want us to know, so we couldn't respond to their crackdown effectively. Perhaps when you raid the local precinct, you'll find something worth learning."
"Ah well, that gives this old 'boe a spot to go." He turns to go speak with the others but looks back, "I'll be sure to mention your faithfulness to the Tasting Beast when we meet. What name should I give to him?"
"It doesn't matter. I wouldn't want to influence its decisions. If it wants to kill me, I will take no issue with that. Might makes right when no one cares for each other, and that's just the world we live in, isn't it?"
"Might might make right, but that might not make it right." He says with a shake of his head, "I'm sorry."
Pimento leans against one of the less damaged walls, putting his crossbow on his back and his knives away. He lights up a cigarette, letting it burn in his mouth a little bit before speaking “I know what we gotta do, we gotta get our loved ones, friends, family, that sorta [gp], an’ get ‘em somewhere safe, if these bounty hunters or whatever the [gp] they are know roughly what we look like, they probably know enough to threaten those we care about, and we don’t need no hostage situation.” He eats the lit cigarette, a bad habit of his that he does when he’s stressed out, lighting another.
"I think we should be allowed to do whatever we want as long as no one gets hurt. Sounds innocent enough. Too close to Pauladeen territory in their eyes, though. Maybe because I worship the Tasting Beast too. Now I've been labeled as a terrorist despite not doing anything."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*I gtg, but I need Jester to tell me what he would like for his birthday this campaign. It can be anything short of a level or a Very Rare magic item. A feat would work.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*Excuse me what? I refuse anything unless you force it upon me, I only accept gifts, I’ve already got a magic item, I don’t need another thing, thank you… though I do have something in mind.*
“You worship the Tasting Beast? That demon of delicacy that’s been locked away for years?” He scratches his beard, “Why would you give your worship to that thing?”
*It's a tradition in my house to give someone "DnD gifts" on their birthdays and Christmas. But you don't have to accept if you don't want to.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"What do you worship, Troll?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
*If you give me something I’ll accept it, but I won’t ask for anything. Thanks dude, you are very kind indeed.*
He growls, "That wasn't the question, but I'll answer you if you answer me. I did worship once, but the object of my affection is either dead or dormant. I believe in resurrection and awakening, but my god won't rise until there is nothing left of this wretched city."
*Eh, whatever, to honor your household’s tradition, how about a Ring of Mind Shielding if you didn’t have anything else in mind.*
*Absolutely, go for it*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"The Tasting Beast is going to be freed soon. At least, that's what the down-low has been telling me. Not that the evidence has been substantiated at any point. I've followed its teachings all my life, and to give it up now would be foolishness. I'd rather be one of the few possible survivors than one of the many guaranteed dead."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
He leans in close and the wood coating his body creaks like a tree in the wind, “You and I have similar desires, friend. I do not worship the Tasting Beast but I too would like to see it freed. Tell me, how will the devil be loosed? I wish to play my part.”
*Maybe I should’ve picked something else, oh well, now Pimento is effectively immortal.*
The bartender chuckles their mirthless laugh once more. "I have no idea. The word was dropped by the pigs in the Garnish Gardens. They didn't want us to know, so we couldn't respond to their crackdown effectively. Perhaps when you raid the local precinct, you'll find something worth learning."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Lydia is quietly sitting at one of the tables, carefully examining the inner mechanisms of the Organ Doner, her various tools sitting on virtually every other available surface of the table. She listens in to the conversation between the Bartender and Troll as she works, grinning to herself. To see the Tasting Beast return... she could hardly imagine a better outcome.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
"Ah well, that gives this old 'boe a spot to go." He turns to go speak with the others but looks back, "I'll be sure to mention your faithfulness to the Tasting Beast when we meet. What name should I give to him?"
"It doesn't matter. I wouldn't want to influence its decisions. If it wants to kill me, I will take no issue with that. Might makes right when no one cares for each other, and that's just the world we live in, isn't it?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
"Might might make right, but that might not make it right." He says with a shake of his head, "I'm sorry."
Pimento leans against one of the less damaged walls, putting his crossbow on his back and his knives away. He lights up a cigarette, letting it burn in his mouth a little bit before speaking “I know what we gotta do, we gotta get our loved ones, friends, family, that sorta [gp], an’ get ‘em somewhere safe, if these bounty hunters or whatever the [gp] they are know roughly what we look like, they probably know enough to threaten those we care about, and we don’t need no hostage situation.” He eats the lit cigarette, a bad habit of his that he does when he’s stressed out, lighting another.
*So what are we planning to do next? Raid/infiltrate the precinct?*