The Tavern at the End of the World

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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."

 "It's alright, I'm still a little fired up from my workout."

He seems pretty shaken up about the demonic news he's just received. "Yeah, ok. A demon... oh [GP]"

 "Yeah, 'oh [1gp]' is right. Though I don't really care that much, you're still Scaredy Cat to me."

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 "I don't know. Whatever you want to is alright with me."

 "Wanna go for a walk again?"

 "Sure, sounds nice."

 Theren stands up and starts to walk out of the tavern.

 Taceli scrambles a bit, not having been ready, but catches up and follows.

 Theren walks down a path occasionally looking at trees.

 She follows behind, reflecting golden light everywhere and enjoying the air.

 Theren hums happily as he continues walking.

 Taceli hums with him.

 Theren glances at her and smiles

 She smiles back.

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 She nods and gently picks it up from him. 

 "If you screw this up, I'm sending you to the Styx myself."

 She sticks her tongue out at him again and sits down at a table. She stretches and cricks her neck to side. Her body seems to relax as her eyes seem to drift into a pale stare till her eyes are fully pure white. 

*The spell requires concentration of an hour*

 *Alright. For Spawn that's nothing, so he'll probably watch over her to make sure no one interferes.*

 *Do you want to use the power of time-skipping or go by normal tavern time?*

 *I don't think it matters too much.*

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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?"

 "doing good myself, youre boyfreind dosent like me"

 "Ignore that, he gets jealous easily."

 "i think you have taken a likeing to me, and i just want to let you know, im not attracted to men"

 "Aww thats too bad. Mind if i keep flirting with you to mess with him?"