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. 

 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*

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 *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.

 The raven turns it head upwards, facing Zylna. It makes a chirp then a hiss noise, alerting Stroth. Stroth turns to face Zylna and narrows his eyes "What and who are you?"

 All they could probably see right now is her big, glowing yellow eyes in the shadows. "Hello."

 "Answer my question" he said bluntly.

 "Why?" She blinked slowly, a hint of amusement on her voice.

 "Because right now im registering you as a threat" he said

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

 *did he walk into the woods?*

 *Nah he's just walking inside the blessing*

 a bit of smoke arises from a bush a bit outside the blesssing

 Theren cautiously approaches with his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What in the hells?" He mutters.

 a black figure dashes out and runs away

perception pls

 Perception: 6

Theren yells in shock

 it looks like something familar, but something is off

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Morbius is reading. 

Spawn is grumping.

 *My third is coming in soon*

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

 *did he walk into the woods?*

 *Nah he's just walking inside the blessing*

 a bit of smoke arises from a bush a bit outside the blesssing

 Theren cautiously approaches with his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What in the hells?" He mutters.

 a black figure dashes out and runs away

perception pls

 Perception: 6

Theren yells in shock

 it looks like something familar, but something is off

 Theren starts chasing the figure.

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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.

 The raven turns it head upwards, facing Zylna. It makes a chirp then a hiss noise, alerting Stroth. Stroth turns to face Zylna and narrows his eyes "What and who are you?"

 All they could probably see right now is her big, glowing yellow eyes in the shadows. "Hello."

 "Answer my question" he said bluntly.

 "Why?" She blinked slowly, a hint of amusement on her voice.

 "Because right now im registering you as a threat" he said

 "Good choice." She giggled and jumped down, landing on the table.