The Tales of Adventurers' Tavern II

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*GTG, bye!*

 *TTB WAS HERE?!?!*

 *Indeed I was. Watching from the shadows.*

 *Thats my favourite preoccupation. Next to RP*

 *Stalker!*

 *Hypocrite!*

 *I never said I wasn't a stalker.*

 *Lackofexplicitwordinger!*

 *Thank you. It's a specialty.*

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 “Why are demon lords so literal? Or sarcastic. No, it doesn’t. Listen, I can’t give any guarantee whether or not I will attack you.”

 "Listen, I'll just write up a contract. Then you can guarantee."

 “No contracts, no guarantees. I’m a devil, and smart enough to know that contracts are rarely good.”

 "Nah, it'll just be you attack my layer I get a portion of your power or something along those lines."

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 “Why are demon lords so literal? Or sarcastic. No, it doesn’t. Listen, I can’t give any guarantee whether or not I will attack you.”

 "Listen, I'll just write up a contract. Then you can guarantee."

 “No contracts, no guarantees. I’m a devil, and smart enough to know that contracts are rarely good.”

 "Nah, it'll just be you attack my layer I get a portion of your power or something along those lines."

 “No.”

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 “Why are demon lords so literal? Or sarcastic. No, it doesn’t. Listen, I can’t give any guarantee whether or not I will attack you.”

 "Listen, I'll just write up a contract. Then you can guarantee."

 “No contracts, no guarantees. I’m a devil, and smart enough to know that contracts are rarely good.”

 "Nah, it'll just be you attack my layer I get a portion of your power or something along those lines."

 “No.”

 "You get less power on my layers?"

*Out bye!*

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*Out bye!*

 *See ya!*

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 “Why are demon lords so literal? Or sarcastic. No, it doesn’t. Listen, I can’t give any guarantee whether or not I will attack you.”

 "Listen, I'll just write up a contract. Then you can guarantee."

 “No contracts, no guarantees. I’m a devil, and smart enough to know that contracts are rarely good.”

 "Nah, it'll just be you attack my layer I get a portion of your power or something along those lines."

 “No.”

 "You get less power on my layers?"

 “No. No control, period.”

*who’s on?*

Svarn is still drinking cocoa

*Hello!*

*hey ttb*

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Raven found just the thing, and made a alchohol nuetralizer with her herbalist materials, making it a drink for her Kobold friend

 Sik is happily sitting next to raven

 She manages to get it finished, and gives it to the Kobold to eat

 Sik munches on it

 it helps the drunken feeling go away, but it isn't as much as she hoped for. it tasted like something a cow would eat, too

 Sik makes a blech face

 She looks confused, but makes a goodberry as a treat

 Sik eats it, happy it tastes good

 she makes a happy chirp, with a smile on her avian face

 Sik, now a bit less drunk, sits on the bed

 She sat next to him, questioning if he felt better

 He nods, still swaying a bit

*Good morning to whoever is still alive.*

Wormorn is keeping an eye on Zylna as she sleeps.

Zylna is snoring face-down on a table.

-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

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-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

 

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

 Wormorn looked under his table, which just so happened to be the one with Zylna snoring on it. He sounded like a nice old man. "Hello."

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-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

 

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

 Wormorn looked under his table, which just so happened to be the one with Zylna snoring on it. He sounded like a nice old man. "Hello."

 The dog growled lowly for a minute before poking its muzzle out. 

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-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

 

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

 Wormorn looked under his table, which just so happened to be the one with Zylna snoring on it. He sounded like a nice old man. "Hello."

 The dog growled lowly for a minute before poking its muzzle out. 

 Wormorn pet his head.

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-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

 

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

 Wormorn looked under his table, which just so happened to be the one with Zylna snoring on it. He sounded like a nice old man. "Hello."

 The dog growled lowly for a minute before poking its muzzle out. 

 Wormorn pet his head.

 The dog nuzzles the hand for a minute then gestures to the wounds on its side

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-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

 

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

 Wormorn looked under his table, which just so happened to be the one with Zylna snoring on it. He sounded like a nice old man. "Hello."

 The dog growled lowly for a minute before poking its muzzle out. 

 Wormorn pet his head.

 The dog nuzzles the hand for a minute then gestures to the wounds on its side

 He sounded like a young woman. "I do not know. I'm sorry."

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-good morrow-

Elle was inside, she was awake and drinking coffee. Her clothes had changed into something more comfortable, a black turtle neck with long sleeves and a pair of thick warm pants. She also wore fluffy socks with small corgi's sewn into them. 

Azazel was outside in the quarry, he was sitting upon a rock and staring at small pool of stagnant water. He was in his human form.

 

-new boy-

A man with jet black hair tied into a ponytail walked in. He wore a black Jean jacket and a white tank top stained with blood underneath. His brown eyes were darting around like he was fearful for his life. He had three huge cuts on his right side that trailed dark red blood as he walked. He collapsed in a chair. 

As if the man was made of smoke, his human form melted away. In its place was a huge black dog with brown eyes. The dog scooched itself under a table and started licking its wounds. The only thing that poked out was its fluffy tail. 

 Wormorn looked under his table, which just so happened to be the one with Zylna snoring on it. He sounded like a nice old man. "Hello."

 The dog growled lowly for a minute before poking its muzzle out. 

 Wormorn pet his head.

 The dog nuzzles the hand for a minute then gestures to the wounds on its side

 He sounded like a young woman. "I do not know. I'm sorry."

 The dog's body shudders for a minute, the man returns. He looks about 20-25. He shook his head and tried to stand up, bumping his head on the t able then crawling out. He held his side "is there a cleric or healer here?..." He asked