The Tavern at the End of the World

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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)

 She chuckles. And what did he want?

 *I see him always using sign language now lol*

(Simple things, I am NOT to hunt more then I can carry, NOT to hit another dragon, he says Timat is getting mad at me, and I am NOT to push you into pits) he jokes

 She laughs. So the usual stuff then.

 He nods and sheathed his glaive. (Interesting place, will the rest of us being meeting here as well?)

 She grins. Yes, they will. Eventually. She looks around, obviously annoyed. What is taking them so long?

As if on cue, Asherah rolls out of some bushes and attempts to jumpscare their two siblings. "Boo!" The pale-skinned tieflings states before tripping over their emerald green wizard robes. They dust themselves off, carefully checking to make sure all of their many components are in their proper places with their hooked tail helping with the effort. Their horns curve like rams horn, containing their mass of ginger hair down into a braid.

 Cold bows his head "Asherah"

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As if on cue, Asherah rolls out of some bushes and attempts to jumpscare their two siblings. "Boo!" The pale-skinned tieflings states before tripping over their emerald green wizard robes. They dust themselves off, carefully checking to make sure all of their many components are in their proper places with their hooked tail helping with the effort. Their horns curve like rams horn, containing their mass of ginger hair down into a braid.

 Cold bows his head "Asherah"

 "Present!" The smaller tiefling states, playfully saluting their superior

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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)

 She chuckles. And what did he want?

 *I see him always using sign language now lol*

(Simple things, I am NOT to hunt more then I can carry, NOT to hit another dragon, he says Timat is getting mad at me, and I am NOT to push you into pits) he jokes

 She laughs. So the usual stuff then.

 He nods and sheathed his glaive. (Interesting place, will the rest of us being meeting here as well?)

 She grins. Yes, they will. Eventually. She looks around, obviously annoyed. What is taking them so long?

As if on cue, Asherah rolls out of some bushes and attempts to jumpscare their two siblings. "Boo!" The pale-skinned tieflings states before tripping over their emerald green wizard robes. They dust themselves off, carefully checking to make sure all of their many components are in their proper places with their hooked tail helping with the effort. Their horns curve like rams horn, containing their mass of ginger hair down into a braid.

 Aricyra whirls around, her robes flying out wide. "Where have you been?! Have you been hiding there the entire time?!"

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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)

 She chuckles. And what did he want?

 *I see him always using sign language now lol*

(Simple things, I am NOT to hunt more then I can carry, NOT to hit another dragon, he says Timat is getting mad at me, and I am NOT to push you into pits) he jokes

 She laughs. So the usual stuff then.

 He nods and sheathed his glaive. (Interesting place, will the rest of us being meeting here as well?)

 She grins. Yes, they will. Eventually. She looks around, obviously annoyed. What is taking them so long?

 (Calm your temper sister, they will be here)

 She glares at him for a second, before taking a breath. You're right, brother. You know I worry about them sometimes though.

 He smiles behind his mask and lowers his hood. He has long black hair that tied into a bun. His curved horns look almost like growing tree branches with delicate but deadly points. 

(I know you do)

*and Now for King*

in the clearing, the Dirt suddenly and Rapidly started turning into Mud. this Mud started Bubbling, eventually shooting out a Fountain of Golden coins followed by a Small Tiefling with Green skin, a Crown-like pair of Horns, a Dragon like tail, and Pure black eyes. they are wearing a Tuxedo, which somehow has absolutely no mud on it. the Tuxedo is Black, but his pants are a Tie dye Purple, and His Hooves are a dark Orange. he has an Enormous diamond ring on his Middle finger, and 2 Ruby Earings. In his hands are a stack of cards and a Hand of 5 more cards. those with a good eye notice they are splattered with blood and that he is holding a Knife in his tail. his eyes are Just Screaming, "GIVE ME YOUR MONEY AND I SHALL  GIVE YOU YOUR HEART'S DESIRE."

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As if on cue, Asherah rolls out of some bushes and attempts to jumpscare their two siblings. "Boo!" The pale-skinned tieflings states before tripping over their emerald green wizard robes. They dust themselves off, carefully checking to make sure all of their many components are in their proper places with their hooked tail helping with the effort. Their horns curve like rams horn, containing their mass of ginger hair down into a braid.

 Aricyra whirls around, her robes flying out wide. "Where have you been?! Have you been hiding there the entire time?!"

Asherah is understandably cowed by their older sibling. "Maybe? I can never understand portal magic." They admit, trying to hide behind Cold