The Tavern at the End of the World

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A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet. 

 

 Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.

 she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.

 There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously

 she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight

 Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."

 "and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.

 "Astute observation" Hunter nods, "I am forged."

 "no wonder, I can smell the metal on you. It is sort of coppery" she said and poked him with her Sickle

 "Copper is a part of me, that is correct." Hunter pokes her back with the end of their rifle

 she chuckles a bit "little afraid of me poking you hm?"

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Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth. 

 Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.

 It looks very heavy.

 Strength:17

 One foot lifts out a little, but it looks like he’ll need help to actually move the metal figure.

 Theren gives up

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A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet. 

 

 Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.

 she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.

 There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously

 she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight

 Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."

 "and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.

 Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish

 "hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.

 Theren looks startled when she responds in elvish. His wolves stare at the woman's dog.

 *Me who is glad I picked Elvish*

She chuckles "you look confused Elf-Man" she said. Her dog watched the wolves, its two toned eyes blinking. 

 Theren goes to common. "Yes. There aren't many who I know that speak elvish." His eyes darting around looking for something.

 "you ok elf-man" she askes

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*aaaaand im back :) *

A sky blue skinned trifling walks in. She wears light blue and white robes, on her feet are white birch sandals. She carries a Silver crescent sickle on her belt as well as a small pouch. She seems to give off a cool/cold aura. A white and black sled dog follows her, the dog wears a blue leather collar with a shiny silver bell the jingles when it walks. She sits down at a table and pulls out her pouch, pulling out a crystal orb. She stares into it while her dog wraps itself around her feet. 

 

 Outside, a pair of chitinous, armoured legs have reached full height, collecting out of some kind of metallic dust.

 she watches them curiously. Her dog pricks up its ears in confusion.

 There are two men arguing outside and one is looking around nervously

 she puts down her hood and comes outside. She has black and light blue ram's horns, White fluffy hair that is tied into a braid. She watches the two fight

 Hunter looks at her, "Hello. You have traits like a ram."

 "and you have the make of the metal man" she said, her voice was crisp. Her icy blue eyes watch him.

 Theren looks at the woman. "H-hello." he says in elvish

 "hello Elf-Man" she says, her dog appearing behind her.

 Theren looks startled when she responds in elvish. His wolves stare at the woman's dog.

 *Me who is glad I picked Elvish*

She chuckles "you look confused Elf-Man" she said. Her dog watched the wolves, its two toned eyes blinking. 

 Theren goes to common. "Yes. There aren't many who I know that speak elvish." His eyes darting around looking for something.

 "you owe elf-man" she askes

 "Owe what exactly." He has a hand on a shortsword on his hip.

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Almost all of the torso has formed now, as have the arms. As the head takes shape, faceless apart from a single vertical slit glowing warm orange, the full construct is exactly two metres tall, feet planted solidly in the earth. 

 Theren walks to the metal figure and wonders if he can pull him out.

 It looks very heavy.

 Strength:17

 One foot lifts out a little, but it looks like he’ll need help to actually move the metal figure.

 Theren gives up

 Assistance requested.