The Tavern at the End of the World

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*I'll go ahead and intro Aricyra.*

There's a sudden swirl of flames outside the tavern. Out of it steps a beautiful, and deadly, looking female tiefling with curving backswept horns, dark violet hair and reddish-purple skin. A pair of powerful wings sweep from her back, and her swirling robes almost seem to be partially made of the flames of her portal. She holds a wand tipped with some infernal gemstone in her right hand, and a pair of nasty-looking daggers are on her belt. 

 *will bring Asherah shortly*

Lysamder waves to them. “Who might you be?”

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*I'll go ahead and intro Aricyra.*

There's a sudden swirl of flames outside the tavern. Out of it steps a beautiful, and deadly, looking female tiefling with curving backswept horns, dark violet hair and reddish-purple skin. A pair of powerful wings sweep from her back, and her swirling robes almost seem to be partially made of the flames of her portal. She holds a wand tipped with some infernal gemstone in her right hand, and a pair of nasty-looking daggers are on her belt. 

 *will bring Asherah shortly*

Lysamder waves to them. “Who might you be?”

 She turns to him, her golden eyes shimmering with inner fire. "Aricyra, tiefling of Asmodeus." She says, a little sharply. "And who might you be?" 

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*I'll go ahead and intro Aricyra.*

There's a sudden swirl of flames outside the tavern. Out of it steps a beautiful, and deadly, looking female tiefling with curving backswept horns, dark violet hair and reddish-purple skin. A pair of powerful wings sweep from her back, and her swirling robes almost seem to be partially made of the flames of her portal. She holds a wand tipped with some infernal gemstone in her right hand, and a pair of nasty-looking daggers are on her belt. 

 *will bring Asherah shortly*

Lysamder waves to them. “Who might you be?”

 She turns to him, her golden eyes shimmering with inner fire. "Aricyra, tiefling of Asmodeus." She says, a little sharply. "And who might you be?" 

 “Lysander the fourth, at your service.” They say jokingly while bowing. “What brings you to this strange establishment?”

*Now to intro Cold*

A hole begins to sink into the ground before bouts of icy evaporation shoot out like volcanos. The hole rises again, in its place is a male tiefling in its place. His features are covered by a frost-infused, ceramic owl mask while he wears a long black cloak, lined with furs, and with silver designs edging the rim of the cloak, the hood of the cloak covering his head. He also wears a simple thick shirt, pants, and boots. He carries two hand-axes, a glance made of malicious black metal. 

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Yacatl takes the form of a young human. Something wrong?

 He looks at him for a second before poking him on the shoulder 

It passes through, it feels the same way as touching water. Yes?

 "So your the one who was trying to mess me up"

 They shrug. Mayhaps? Forgot how fun it was to be dead

 "I know your dead but messing with something like that could have hurt someone else. You may be a ghost but you have a conscious and you know better"

You wouldn't of gotten hurt. Trust me

 "But what if someone else had been?" He says

 Then I wouldn't of done it... You okay?

 "I don't take kindly to those who mess around with weapons, especially when someone is using them" he said

 Then I will refrain from doing so next time they say, mimicking their solemnness 

 He narrows his eyes but says nothing

 Something Wrong? Want to see some magic or something?

 "No. But I worry for your morals ghost"

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*Now to intro Cold*

A hole begins to sink into the ground before bouts of icy evaporation shoot out like volcanos. The hole rises again, in its place is a male tiefling in its place. His features are covered by a frost-infused, ceramic owl mask while he wears a long black cloak, lined with furs, and with silver designs edging the rim of the cloak, the hood of the cloak covering his head. He also wears a simple thick shirt, pants, and boots. He carries two hand-axes, a glance made of malicious black metal. 

 "Late as usual, Cold." Aricyra says, smiling cockily.

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*Now to intro Cold*

A hole begins to sink into the ground before bouts of icy evaporation shoot out like volcanos. The hole rises again, in its place is a male tiefling in its place. His features are covered by a frost-infused, ceramic owl mask while he wears a long black cloak, lined with furs, and with silver designs edging the rim of the cloak, the hood of the cloak covering his head. He also wears a simple thick shirt, pants, and boots. He carries two hand-axes, a glance made of malicious black metal. 

 "Late as usual, Cold." Aricyra says, smiling cockily.

 He bows to her before nodding and signing the following words to her (His lordship wish I stay a moment for instructions)