The Tavern at the End of the World

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 Once outside Eldrin pulled out an Exotic Saddle, designed for flying creatures, and attached it to Gar. Once they were in the air, the began to fly in strange patterns, as if they were fighting something. They dove down, before quickly rising back up in the air, Eldrin drew his bow, and knocked an arrow, aiming for a tree. 41 Eldrin released his arrow at arc of their climb, it soared through they air, hitting the tree just as Eldrin and Gar land next to it.

 Azazel claps, "That was amazing!" He cheers

 "Thanks, but I was off my a few millimeters." Eldrin says, walking over to the tree and retrieving the arrow. Eldrin puts his forehead against the tree and chants something softly before walking back towards the entrance. Once he finished, the hole that the arrow had made, healed itself, and Eldrin, put the arrow back in the quiver. "That was great Gar, lets get ourselves something to eat. Would you like anything Azazel?"

 

 "Well, a few millimeters isn't much. Oh, are you a.... druid? I think? Ya healed the tree, which is cool." Azazel nods, following Eldrin, "I think they have some good bread."

 "Taught some things by a druid, but I'm actually a Drakewarden., in my world they are one of the many types of Ranger. Some bread would be nice."

*Eldrin will eat, I have to go work on some stuff at work*

 *Kay, good luck!*

"IS that where you got your dragon from?"

 "Kind of," Eldrin begins, "Gar is a magical beast, born from a... connection to a old and powerful dragon. I can dismiss him, and summon him, like a familiar, but with more restrictions and abilities."

 "Fa-mi-liar?" Azazel aks, "Like, a pet made from magic?"

Arrow's dealing with heavy hangover

Thara's reading a book in front of the fire

*Blue is thinking of finishing a character, they don't know if they'll put them in here.*

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Yorac walks out of his room and downstairs, rubbing the top of his head. He looks around before shrugging and sitting down in the lounge area. 

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 *Yes I diddly do*

Kelipso looks up from his nap and waves happily, Gordon was to busy eating a bug.

 *Yorac is about 5’10” tall, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, a stylised white owl mask with illuminated, solid light blue eyes, and trousers designed for cold weather. He’s also wearing fingerless leather gloves, brown, and walking boots with the laces done up messily. He looks strong, though relaxed to the point of smugness.*

 Kio waves. Some of the stripes on his arm flash. "Welcome! Well, not really welcome since you have a room here, but still."

*If you need a description, Kio is about 6' and looks around 20 years old. His eyes are completely turquoise and so are the tattoos covering his body. His skin is dark, contrasting with the tattoo colors. He wears loose clothing, no shirt and a simple jacket. His left arm is completely mechanical and has similar tattoo designs to the ones on his body, although those seem to be drawn on and have some kind of light emitting source in them. His hair is a bit messy and the roots are black, but fade to turquoise at the end. He has no visible weapons.*

 “Hello. Do you normally go shirtless or is that just a today thing?”

 Kio smiles apologetically. "It's my normal attire.. sorry. I can just do this though if it makes you uncomfortable. Not like I'll be swimming much here anyway." He zips up his jacket.

 “It was quite distracting. What’s your name?”

 "Kio. And you?" He smiled.

*Mornin*

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Yorac walks out of his room and downstairs, rubbing the top of his head. He looks around before shrugging and sitting down in the lounge area. 

*Anyone need a description?*

 *Yes I diddly do*

Kelipso looks up from his nap and waves happily, Gordon was to busy eating a bug.

 *Yorac is about 5’10” tall, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, a stylised white owl mask with illuminated, solid light blue eyes, and trousers designed for cold weather. He’s also wearing fingerless leather gloves, brown, and walking boots with the laces done up messily. He looks strong, though relaxed to the point of smugness.*

 Kio waves. Some of the stripes on his arm flash. "Welcome! Well, not really welcome since you have a room here, but still."

*If you need a description, Kio is about 6' and looks around 20 years old. His eyes are completely turquoise and so are the tattoos covering his body. His skin is dark, contrasting with the tattoo colors. He wears loose clothing, no shirt and a simple jacket. His left arm is completely mechanical and has similar tattoo designs to the ones on his body, although those seem to be drawn on and have some kind of light emitting source in them. His hair is a bit messy and the roots are black, but fade to turquoise at the end. He has no visible weapons.*

 “Hello. Do you normally go shirtless or is that just a today thing?”

 Kio smiles apologetically. "It's my normal attire.. sorry. I can just do this though if it makes you uncomfortable. Not like I'll be swimming much here anyway." He zips up his jacket.

 “It was quite distracting. What’s your name?”

 "Kio. And you?" He smiled.

 “Yorac. Your arm.. did you make it?”

Asari is outside, preparing to assist in a hunt

Chris is making characters