The Tavern at the End of the World

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag. 

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed. 

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope. 

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said. 

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder. 

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth. 

 Theren glances over at the man and his raven curiously.

 He doesnt seem to notice him, he seems absorbed in his work and talking to the raven

 Theren walks over to the man and sits across from him

 Stroth stops in mid-conversation and looks up. Both he and the raven watch Theren with a cold stare. Stroth's eyes are bright orange while the raven's are pure black. "What may i do for you?" Stroth askes in a cold tone.

 "No need to sound threatening friend. I was just wondering about the raven."

 Stroth narrowed his eyes "This is Mavwall, my companion" he spoke.

 Theren looks at the raven and waves slightly.

 The raven watches him, tilting its head from side to side, hopping around. Stroth keeps an eye on the raven, holding his head up with his hand. 

*Can you roll a perception for me*

 *Gotcha*

3

 He doesn't notice anything. Stroth looks back at Theren "Do you want something?" he asked

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag. 

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed. 

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope. 

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said. 

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder. 

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth. 

 Zylna looks at him from the rafters, where she hangs from her legs.

The man doesnt seem to notice, he seems to be talking to his raven

 She swung herself up and leaped across the rafters silently until she was directly over him. She tries to listen closely.

 *Can you roll a stealth for me Wayne*

 *Yessiree*

30 

 *Nicely done*

He hears the Raven making Clicking tones while Stroth seems to speak back normally. "Im telling you, Purple worm poison will do some damage but what you want to have is Ornage orchid, best poison in Fellfall"

 Poison, eh? I wonder what for? Zylna continued listening, intrigued.

 The raven seems to talk back for a second then turns it head completely around. Stroth chuckles "Your going to freak out some people if they see that"

Ooooh, a magical bird! Interesting. Zylna shifts a bit on her bean, potentially causing some dust to float down.

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*Good morning good people, bringing some new characters that my brain made me write about for six hours last night. God help meeeeeee*

Adder was sitting inside. He was was messing with a small knife while reading about humans in a book. His finned tail waved lazily as he drank back coffee mixed with spices.

 "What do you have there?" A white dragon born says behind him.

*Full description:*

A 352 lb., 6'11" snow white scaled dragon born wearing basic chain mail suit & gauntlets, with long thick dark brown trousers leading to Black boots that go up to the middle of the shin. Under all this is a quite muscular body.

 

 *Hold on, ill be back in a bit, im making a few characters*

 *every dnd players impulse, lol. yeah see you in a bit.*

 "Its about how to work with humans, im not exactly good with them" he said

 "Humans are weird aren't they?" She says nodding her head lightly. *take ur time replying, 3s alot to deal with here, I got the rest of the day so.*

 *Nah its fine, ive been through worse XD*

He smiles "I agree" he turns around and holds out a hand "Im Adder" he speaks

 "Thara, nice to meet you" She grabs his hand a little tight, without noticing, then shakes it like normal. *it's pronounced thay-ruh and she speaks with a Russian accent.*

 Adder grins "Nice to meet cha" he says

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag. 

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed. 

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope. 

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said. 

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder. 

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth. 

 Theren glances over at the man and his raven curiously.

 He doesnt seem to notice him, he seems absorbed in his work and talking to the raven

 Theren walks over to the man and sits across from him

 Stroth stops in mid-conversation and looks up. Both he and the raven watch Theren with a cold stare. Stroth's eyes are bright orange while the raven's are pure black. "What may i do for you?" Stroth askes in a cold tone.

 "No need to sound threatening friend. I was just wondering about the raven."

 Stroth narrowed his eyes "This is Mavwall, my companion" he spoke.

 Theren looks at the raven and waves slightly.

 The raven watches him, tilting its head from side to side, hopping around. Stroth keeps an eye on the raven, holding his head up with his hand. 

*Can you roll a perception for me*

 *Gotcha*

3

 He doesn't notice anything. Stroth looks back at Theren "Do you want something?" he asked

 "Nah. Nice meeting you though." Theren stands up and walks off outside the tavern

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Stroth sat on the side of a stark cliff, 100 feet drop right below him. He hung by a short hempen cord, lowering himself slowly down the side of it. He pulled out a syringe and a small glass vial. A glowing orange flowers sat before his on a crag in the cliff, living in the darkness of the cliff's might and power. He settled himself on to the crag's side and stabbed one of the flowers in its center with the syringe, extracting its fluid. He wore a black cloth over his nose and mouth to protect him from the pollen that flower released. He slowly drained all of the flower's fluid, a cloud of orange-yellow pollen filled the air around him. He climbed his way back up the side, 3 vials of orange glowing liquid in his bag. 

He was about to reach the top when he heard something scape the side of the mountain. He looked up and saw it, his hook that was supposed to be stuck in the mountain flat above him was not secured in. He cussed to himself as he tried to level his body weight so he wouldn't go falling down into the pits below him. He gripped the rope with his gloved hands and started slowly climbing back up the side.

"This is quite funny to watch" a grating voice said with mock sincerity.

Stroth sighed a slowly turned his head to the side, a shadowy spider sat on his shoulder. This was Mavwall, a fiend that always came by him at times where he was about to die, and that was often. Stroth would always put his life at risk to get some sort of alchemy ingredient. Mavwall looked like a shadowy raven but in reality he was much bigger and scarier.

Stroth growled "Im not in the mood fiend".

"Of course your not! your about to die to get yet another ingredient you wanted" Mavwall cawed. 

"If your not going to help then leave bird" he said, careful not to shift his weight of the rope. 

"Just make a simple pact, that's all i ask" Mavwall said "Think about it! an undying body, being able to collect anything you want without death!" he said.

The rope slid a bit as Stroth turned his head, he desperately grabbed on to it, feeling it slide off. "FINE! Ill make a pact with you, i need to stay alive to collect this" he said. 

The Raven made a excited caw and smiled, having human teeth all of a sudden "You'll never regret this my friend and partner!!" it said and flew up then suddenly and directly into Stroths chest. From the sudden rush of having a fiend enter him, Stroth let go of the rope and fell downwards. He hit the ground with a sicken thud, like his body itself had gave up and died right there. But he didn't die, he sat up and looked around, confused. He should be dead, but the pact kept him alive.

A man wearing a thick black trench-coat jacket walked in. He wore a black sweater, beige trousers that were covered in dust and stains, and black leather boots. he wore black leather gloves over his hands. He carried a bag of holding on his shoulder and medical pouch on his hip. His hood covered his face in shadow as he went and sat down at a table. A raven suddenly appeared next to him on his shoulder. 

He pulled out a book and a couple of vials from his pouch and began reading by himself. The raven hopped sideways and back and forth. 

 Zylna looks at him from the rafters, where she hangs from her legs.

The man doesnt seem to notice, he seems to be talking to his raven

 She swung herself up and leaped across the rafters silently until she was directly over him. She tries to listen closely.

 *Can you roll a stealth for me Wayne*

 *Yessiree*

30 

 *Nicely done*

He hears the Raven making Clicking tones while Stroth seems to speak back normally. "Im telling you, Purple worm poison will do some damage but what you want to have is Ornage orchid, best poison in Fellfall"

 Poison, eh? I wonder what for? Zylna continued listening, intrigued.

 The raven seems to talk back for a second then turns it head completely around. Stroth chuckles "Your going to freak out some people if they see that"

Ooooh, a magical bird! Interesting. Zylna shifts a bit on her bean, potentially causing some dust to float down.