The Tavern at the End of the World

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To some, failure is inevitable.

are we simply all to follow out desires and continue down a path of failure or do we do something about our misfortune and become out better selves?

An Fallen angel and a mage talk at the edge of a graveyard. They are watch the thick mist roll in around their feet. The mage looks up, his shaggy black hair covering his eyes "You have to leave again?" he asked. The Angel nodded, face hidden under the shadows of his cloak's hood. The mage sighed "You have my blessing then, spread the word of the wise people" he said, placing a sprig of hawthorn on the grave. The Angel watched "I could stay here" he spoke. "No no, don't worry about me. Go out into the world and destroy evil, bring forth good and sunlight." the mage spoke. 

The angel nodded, turning on heel, sword strapped to his side and a pack of illusion card in his pocket. The Fallen angel, the scholar, the inquisitor, the Brainiac, went on his way to find evil that still lurked in this world. 

*MAY I INTRODUCE, JACKSON KNIGHT. FALLEN ANGEL OF KNOWLEDGE AND INQUISTOR/TEACHER OF THE MATRIEL REALM.*

Jackson (Jack) Knight

Gender: Male

Age: 6,854

Sexuality: Demiromantic/Demisexual

Alignment: Neutral good

Occupation: Book Gatherer, Teacher, Sage, Magician.

 

-Anatomy-

Race: Aasimiar (Fallen variant)

Height: 5’9

Looks: Jackson is about 5’8-5’9. He has Dark brown hair and Glowing white eyes. He has Fair skin that looks normal but has black flecks around his neck and back. He used to have wings but now all that remains are two vertical deep scars on his back. He is muscular and well built but thin.

 

-Clothing-

Head: Blindfold over his eyes.

Wrists/hands: None

 

Jackson wears 18-19 century style clothing. His normal attire consists of a white, button-up, dress shirt, a Black vest, Black Waistcoat/Jacket, Black trousers, Black leather boots or shoes. He sometimes wears a Gold pocket watch or Iron bracelet but very rarely. He wears a long beige or dark red cloak.

In his former life as an Angel, he wore beige-white cloth that wrapped around his body, white birch sandals, and Gold woven bracelets and necklace set.

 

 

-Weapons-

He has a long sword and dagger.

-Backstory-

To some, Failure and temptation is inevitable.

Jackson once was the Angel of Intelligence, Books, and Knowledge. He was worshiped amongst many other angels like Maddox, Angel of bravery, courage, and battle or Uriel, Angel of The West wind, speed, and agility. He and so many more were Messengers of gods and goddesses alike. Jackson had all he ever wanted in his life, he had his friends, his respect, and the love of humans.

Angels are known for their pride, and that pride was Jackson’s downfall. He was helping a mage in their destiny to be the first to discover the Spells of Murdoch, God of magic, when the Mage tempted to something Jackson’s pride couldn’t let go, a battle of wits. If Jackson were to lose, he would have to do some unsightly favors for the mage to eliminate the competition around them.

Jackson, being his angelic self, refused at first. But with time and pressure, his holiness broke, and he agreed.

Being the Angel of intelligence was something the one doesn’t take lightly, it takes years and years of learning and educating oneself. Feeling as if he wouldn’t lose due to this advantage…

He was sorely mistaken…

Even though Jackson was an angel and had gone into this bet in all fairness, the mage had other ideas. Using magic, and calling upon beasts for their knowledge, the mage narrowly beat Jackson in their battle of wits. Confused and frightened on how he lost but not one to back away from a “Fair” Bet, Jackson became the weapon of the Mage and went on to slaughter mages across the continent to eliminate the competition of the mage.

The angels and gods had heard about what he had did and branded him an outcast and fallen angel. Stripping him of his wings and might, they cast him to the materiel plane to live as a mortal. He had lost everything he held dear. His friends turned their backs on him, his god branded him a fallen angel, the humans that worshipped him knew his secret.

Slowly but surely, Jackson lost his power. His god cursed him with the memory to remember what he had did and suffer for it for all his life.

 

Jackson learned to better himself and keeps trying to find a way to regain his angelic status. He began to teach children and adults alike as a wandering teacher. He would teach them about the world around them and how they can be good. He doesn’t believe himself to be above humans, he knows that with one sword stroke he could die.

 

-Personality-

Jackson may come off as charming and brilliant when, underneath, he is in pain. He likes to help people of good alignment to do good deeds. He helps the best he can.

His intelligence is vast and impressive, if asked a question about anything, he can answer correctly for a price. Though he is mortal, he may stay up long nights to read or purchase scrolls containing stories, lore, secrets, or ancient tomes.

Though he shows no romantic interest, he only needs time to get to know somebody, though it is very unlikely that he will get to know anybody for long.

He likes fine foods and greatly aged wine. When upset, he will drink solidly for several hours. He can sometimes be won over by buying him his favorite food or wine.

He will, on VERY rare occasions, stick by someone and offer then great knowledge if they share a similar motive to destroy evil, Paladins and Clerics are some of those people.

 

-Random notes-

- Jackson likes caves and the Abyss caverns. He likes book markets and can often be seen buying from them.

- He likes Brown rice and Abyssal chicken curry, Its one of his favorite foods. His favorite wine is Betholm’s ancient berry mix. He likes Oolong tea but never admits it.

- He owns 5,624 books, 1,859 scrolls, 716 Ancient riddles, and 17 ancient tomes.

- He rarely needs to write something down due to his memory being incredible, when he does, he writes in celestial.

- He can speak Celestial, Common, Abyssal, Infernal, and Undercommon. 

- Though he uses and collects ancient artifacts and treasures. He rarely ever hoards them or has greed for them.  He will sell his treasures more mass amounts of gold so he may buy more books and scrolls.

 

 A man, about 5'9, walks in. He wears a long black cloak with a hood that cover's his eyes and nose, a white button up shirt, a black vest, black trousers, and thick leather boots. a Golden pocket watch swings back and forth as his walks, it hangs from his belt. He carries a silver sword at his hip and a dagger concealed within his vest. He dons the symbols of holy deities on his neck and hands. 

(for anyone with truesight): A pair of large ethereal wings juts out of shoulder blades. the wings look torn and beaten. You can see past the shadow's of the hood and see a pair of glowing white eyes. 

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*Morning*

Theren is drinking coffee at a table while murmuring to himself.

Alric is asleep in his room.

*I'm taking out Ares for a while*

 *Hai.*

Ettor is getting annoyed by Tevelin.

Taceli is reading a book.

Sharlene walks back inside, using a small towel to dry herself off after training.

 Theren walks over to Taceli and sits down beside them.

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*Morning*

Theren is drinking coffee at a table while murmuring to himself.

Alric is asleep in his room.

*I'm taking out Ares for a while*

 *Hai.*

Ettor is getting annoyed by Tevelin.

Taceli is reading a book.

Sharlene walks back inside, using a small towel to dry herself off after training.

 Theren walks over to Taceli and sits down beside them.

 She eyes him nervously. "Can I help you?"

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*Morning*

Theren is drinking coffee at a table while murmuring to himself.

Alric is asleep in his room.

*I'm taking out Ares for a while*

 *Hai.*

Ettor is getting annoyed by Tevelin.

Taceli is reading a book.

Sharlene walks back inside, using a small towel to dry herself off after training.

 Theren walks over to Taceli and sits down beside them.

 She eyes him nervously. "Can I help you?"

 "Whatcha reading?"

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Tevelin finishes her song in Grandioso and sees Ettor. "You!" She caws spitefully.

 *Insert snoring noises.*

 Tevelin is very angry, and plucks one of her feathers. She forcefully inserts the feather in Ettor's nose.

 He sits up, half sneezing and half coughing. "ACK, what was that for?"

 "You know what!"

 "No, I don't know what. There is no reason a nap should be interrupted unless someone was murdered. Or if Poppy needs something."

 "Poppy, eh?" Tevelin smiles condescendingly. "Somebody's got a cru-ush..."

 "Silly bird, you can't embarrass me." He smiled right back. "I am comfortable admitting my feelings, no matter what they are, and right now I am annoyed. Seriously, why'd you do that?"

 "Well, you are a powerful caster, though I hate to admit it. Have you ever met a very intimidating half-elf named Krathian?"

 "A long time ago, I believe. Back in Lesta. Though, I really wouldn't consider him intimidating. Though, to be fair, intimidating me is quite a high bar. Anyways, I think we may have only shared a couple words."

 "Well, he and someone named Allison vanished and I'm stuck with a guy who's been turned into a ring named Orvar. He can only help if I get him some secrets. There's an elf necromancer named Thirteen with a journal, and if I steal the journal Orvar will have enough knowledge to help. Can you help me get the journal? I wouldn't ask YOU if it wasn't serious, but it is. Krathian's octopus friend, Q'ilbrith, is super scared and nervous, and I really want to help him."

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*Morning*

Theren is drinking coffee at a table while murmuring to himself.

Alric is asleep in his room.

*I'm taking out Ares for a while*

 *Hai.*

Ettor is getting annoyed by Tevelin.

Taceli is reading a book.

Sharlene walks back inside, using a small towel to dry herself off after training.

 Theren walks over to Taceli and sits down beside them.

 She eyes him nervously. "Can I help you?"

 "Whatcha reading?"