The Tavern at the End of the World

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Ekko is wandering outside the tavern, newly fixed 

Theo is vibin in her mushroom house [[ think Minecraft mushroom house but round ]] 

Wednesday is walkin around in cat form

A tabaxi ghost waves at them for a tree. “Who are you?” They ask, although it comes out as a human and tabaxi voice talking slightly off time from each other

 “I am Ekko” she waves back “who might you be?”

 "Yacatl." They say, offering a semi-real hand 

 She shakes it, or at least tries to depending on whether or not it’s solid

 They feel a ‘current’ of a hand, similar to how water can move something with currents. “Warforged?” They ask

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Ekko is wandering outside the tavern, newly fixed 

Theo is vibin in her mushroom house [[ think Minecraft mushroom house but round ]] 

Wednesday is walkin around in cat form

 Egrien is sitting under a tree, reading. 

Elendon is crafting with Raphael/Yazrin is training (interchangeable.)

Kat'Chka is sitting at his table in the corner still. 

 Ekko waves to Egrien 

Wednesday sits next to elendon’s feet, still in cat form 

 Raphael waves to Wednesday. How goes it?

 Good, and you?

 Could be better, could be worse. I am with you, and my god right now, which is good but… Myrn is crazy and Lore is gone

 I heard about Myrn, I’m sorry that happened to them, but if it helps, I can promise it wasn’t your fault, unfortunately this was fated for him she rubs against Raphael’s leg

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Ekko is wandering outside the tavern, newly fixed 

Theo is vibin in her mushroom house [[ think Minecraft mushroom house but round ]] 

Wednesday is walkin around in cat form

A tabaxi ghost waves at them for a tree. “Who are you?” They ask, although it comes out as a human and tabaxi voice talking slightly off time from each other

 “I am Ekko” she waves back “who might you be?”

 "Yacatl." They say, offering a semi-real hand 

 She shakes it, or at least tries to depending on whether or not it’s solid

 They feel a ‘current’ of a hand, similar to how water can move something with currents. “Warforged?” They ask

 She blinks “I am unsure what I am, all I know is my name, and I am made of metal and magic”

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Ekko is wandering outside the tavern, newly fixed 

Theo is vibin in her mushroom house [[ think Minecraft mushroom house but round ]] 

Wednesday is walkin around in cat form

 Egrien is sitting under a tree, reading. 

Elendon is crafting with Raphael/Yazrin is training (interchangeable.)

Kat'Chka is sitting at his table in the corner still. 

 Ekko waves to Egrien 

Wednesday sits next to elendon’s feet, still in cat form 

 Raphael waves to Wednesday. How goes it?

 Good, and you?

 Could be better, could be worse. I am with you, and my god right now, which is good but… Myrn is crazy and Lore is gone

 I heard about Myrn, I’m sorry that happened to them, but if it helps, I can promise it wasn’t your fault, unfortunately this was fated for him she rubs against Raphael’s leg

 What do you mean? They say, trying to hide their anger at fate and envy that Wednesday knew this

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*Back on for a while.*

 *Eyyyy, howdy elendon!*

 

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*Back on for a while.*

 *Hello. How goes it?*

 *Hey guys! It's going pretty well. Everyone's open for RP. Think Soldaer should be freed form the PM tomorrow.*

(A very worried and nervous) Raphael to Elendon: I... have an offer/invite for you... do you want to help with the scavenger hunt? I don't want to interfere with your schedule just... um... thoughts you would like it?

 He smiles and chuckles. I have no schedule right now, my friend. As for your offer, I have nothing better to do right now, so of course I will.

Raphael responds: Okay, should I go up to you or you come down here? And tell me if you need anything more than the normal supplies. I don't want to impose on you

 He laughs. I'll come down.

 They find Raphael at a table, with an empty bag and a table full of neatly placed craft supplies. Raphael is fiddling with a piece of yarn, before waving to Elendon.

 Elendon smiles and walks over to the table, taking a seat across form them. 

"Take your pick from the supplies, and if you need anything I can go get it via planeshift... or you can summon it, your choice." They say, making a snowflake to give an outlet for their energy.

 He chuckles, and pulls out a beautiful piece of marbled blue, ice blue, and white paper, and starts cutting several snowflakes out of it. 

 Raphael is struck by awe, and doesn’t speak up for a while due to fears of interrupting their god. After finally stealing their nerves, Raphael speaks. “Those look amazing… um… should I distribute them evenly between the bags, or put them all in one?”

 He chuckles. "This is your project, my friend. You decide."

 “But your the more intelligent between the two of us… do you think it is wiser for me to choose?” They say, a bit confused 

 Elendon smiles and blows gently on the snowflakes, causing them to fly up and dance around each other, just like they would in a snowstorm. Eventually they tumble down, evenly split between the bags. 

 Raphael sits silently, amazed. "How does it feel? Do you just will it? Or know how each action will turn out?'

 He smiles. "Somewhere between willing and simply knowing."