The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Good evening/morning/afternoon! Hows it going?*

*I'm having only a minor mental crisis today, which is an improvment from earlier days*

Azazel is drinking coffee, having just woken up and being a bit hung over from drinking last night

Poppy is running about the fields again, seeming to have mostly recovered from what was making her sad in the first place

Avery is sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth

 *Morning!*

*Same here!*

Taceli is walking with Theren.

Sharlene is telling Jim about an apparent misogynistic demon. *lol, not realy.*

Zylna is sleeping in the rafters.

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*Good evening/morning/afternoon! Hows it going?*

*I'm having only a minor mental crisis today, which is an improvment from earlier days*

Azazel is drinking coffee, having just woken up and being a bit hung over from drinking last night

Poppy is running about the fields again, seeming to have mostly recovered from what was making her sad in the first place

Avery is sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth

 Adder is trying to ignore a certain red teifling who is talking to him.

 Azazel, noticing the two, walk over, "Morning."

 "hey azazel"

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*Good evening/morning/afternoon! Hows it going?*

*I'm having only a minor mental crisis today, which is an improvment from earlier days*

Azazel is drinking coffee, having just woken up and being a bit hung over from drinking last night

Poppy is running about the fields again, seeming to have mostly recovered from what was making her sad in the first place

Avery is sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth

 Akmenos walks up to him "how are you this fine morning?"

 "I'm was doing good. Now i'm doing even better," Azazel smiles, "How are you?"

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Frathian is drinking a beer, feeling like an idiot, and also feeling a sense of urgency to fix a problem that he doesn't know anything about. He sighs, trying to remember anything before waking up in the plane of mirrors. He beats his own head against the table. Muttering, "Mnedera, mnedera, mnedera!" or, "Think think think!"

Jim is stocking up on guns, keeping them in the shed out back where he sleeps. He steps back and puts his hand on his hips, a nervous smile on his face, admiring his collection. Since meeting Damien the first time he's begun collecting them. He now has a decent arsenal - four blunderbusses (blunderbi?) twelve flintlock pistols, five muskets, and his good old club, made out of a piece of a broken wood pallet, that he had had since first running from Xanathar. While he is afraid of bright lights and loud noises, he feels safer knowing he has the means to protect himself.

Tara is building another tiny matchstick sculpture, whistling Tu'ralu. It's nice, anybody who is affiliated or has had dealings with the Harpers near Waterdeep recognizes it as the Harper mission coordinator for that area, William Brythoby. She leans back in her chair, admiring her work, before lighting a match against her boot and setting it alight. As it burns, the sculpture changes positions, first onto its knees, then its hands and knees, before collapsing entirely into ashes. 

 A nearby tree falls down.

 He jumps, grabs his club, and whirls around holding it like a baseball bat, eyes wide.

 Sharlene is standing at the stump, rolling her arm over. "Man, I've been relaxing too much."

 He lowers the club, "Jeez Sharlene, what're you doing out here?"

 She looked up. "Oh, hey. I'm just working out."

 He looks at the tree, then back at Sharlene, and says: "Sharlene, that was a tree."

 "Yeah, and?"

 "And you're a human," he looks back at her and then the tree, "And that tree is a full-sized tree, it's gotta be at least fifty feet tall."

 "Are you sayin I got a limit?"

 "I'm saying you have an abnormally tiny limit."

 She started laughing. "An abnormally tiny limit? Are ya serious?" She walked over and got in his face. "Scaredy cat, remember these words: The only way to find a limit is to exceed it." She grabbed his collar. "Ain't no limit is gonna stop me from being the strongest, you hear?"

He puts up his hands pacifyingly, "That's what I meant. I swear Sharlene. I only meant you're less limited than most people"

*Dumb semantics, I was trying to figure out how that would work out to be a compliment...*

 *lol, either way, I would have figured out a way to get her to use that quote.*

She smirked, letting him go. "Anyone can ignore 'limits', you just gotta burn everything in your way, especially fear."

 His eyes roll back into his head, and she can hear a voice in her mind. "THERE IS NOTHING BEYOND FEAR, YOU WOULD DO WELL TO REMEMBER THAT IMBECILIC MORTAL" Then Jim falls over on the ground, Sharlene can hear snoring. 

 She looked around, not impressed. "Huh. Hey, Scaredy cat..." She nudged him with a foot. "... you got a demon in ya or something?"

He's sound asleep.

*Maybe he does*

 *I am Sherluck Homez.*

She picks him up and drags him to sit against a wall.

 Snoring. 

 She walks off to get a bucket of water, then comes back and splashes him.

 He wakes up, sputtering, and viciously throws a brick at Sharlene in fear, missing her by a mile. He scratches his head "Huh, musta gone out again." 

 "Yeah, I think you got a demon problem or something there, bud."

He looks around nervously as if he could see the demon. "Wh-what?"

 "Yeah, it apparently can't handle strong women, it sounded offended when I said burn fear."

 "Burn f... huh. Sorry Sh-sharlene."

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*Good evening/morning/afternoon! Hows it going?*

*I'm having only a minor mental crisis today, which is an improvment from earlier days*

Azazel is drinking coffee, having just woken up and being a bit hung over from drinking last night

Poppy is running about the fields again, seeming to have mostly recovered from what was making her sad in the first place

Avery is sitting by the fire, enjoying the warmth

 Adder is trying to ignore a certain red teifling who is talking to him.

 Azazel, noticing the two, walk over, "Morning."

 Adder looks at Azazel and gives a small smile "Good afternoon sleepy head"

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 She seems to squint her eyes a bit as if to make out the surroundings "A berry bush..." she said 

 Spawn whips out his serrated chains and uproots the nearest berry bush. Through the flying dirt and roots, a golden ring flies through the debris. Spawn snatches it mid air and holds it gently in his palm.

 *How tall is Spawn cuz Allison is 5'8*

She stands on the tips of her toes to see the ring. "Tis a beautiful thing" she said.

 *6'8"*

"A thousand years ago...I was married, I think. I don't remember, but this ring will help me to."

 "Memories are inside of said ring?" she asked, raising an eyebrow

 "Memories are like fragments of tangible time. If you know how to draw those fragments and place them together, you can see everything it will allow you to."

 "Do you have a single memory of your old life?" she asked

 "No. When I arose out of the river Styx, I only knew how to hate and that I wanted revenge."

 She tilted her head "Forgive my questions but do you know why you wanted revenge?" she asked

 "Yes." Spawn clenched his fists and scowled. "I knew they trapped my soul there. I knew they cheated me out of my past life, whatever it was. I've wanted them to pay ever since."

 *How good is Spawns Wisdom?, i wanna try a really old spell i made for Allison with homebrew*

She watches him for a second and beckons for him to stoop down.

 *It's a 27 and he's proficient in WIS saving throws.*

Spawn narrows his eyes, "No."

 *He would be able to hide certain memories from her if She were to complete the spell*

She sighs "You make this difficult" she said and grabbed a chair, standing on it. "I know this spell call 'Look back' " she explained "I can dig into the recesses of your memories to see if i can find anything, even a fragment. You can hide things if you want to if i look through them but anything that you can't remember i can try and pull into fruition" She said

 *That's actually really sweet of her but...*

"You don't understand how the Styx works, do you?" Spawn sighs, "Souls that travel the river have no recollection of their past life. The only way to retain one's memories is to find something from their past life, such as my ring or a picture of your family."

 "Then I'll help you find them" She said and hopped off the chair "After all you helped me". 

 "I didn't help you." Spawn corrects. 

 "resurrected me, whatever" she said and stood there in all her 5'8 glory, looking fairly determined "Im still gonna help you"