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."

 "Heh, Pap would be proud." he says with a serious touch of sarcasm, rubbing his long, maned face. 

 "Huh? What does that mean?"

 "Pap, me pa."

 "No, not that part, what do you mean he'd be proud?"

*The french is taking over The Backrooms.*

 *IKR*

He points at himself, "Bugbear culture and fear don't exactly mix well."

 *I love it.*

"Oh, yeah, I suppose that's true. Why are  you so scared of everything?"

 "I dunno. I got zapped by the Xanathar one time, I think that mighta dunit."

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 *How is this news to you?!*

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*Y'all are seriously making me look up MK. T H E Y H A V E J O K E R*

 *LMAO, yep and bunch of other familiar faces, too!*

*I have legit never played ever, Ive seen friends of mine play it but thats when i twas a younger lad and it didn't interest me.*

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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"

 "Hi adder," Azazel sits next to him, smiling, "Have you been getting along with Akmenos?"

 "Mnnn" He says and hugs Azazel. "I wanna throw him out the window" he mutters into Azazel's ear

 "Whats wrong, scared i may like him more than you?" Azazel teases, hugging adder tightly

 He bares his teeth and rolls his eyes

 Azazel laughs lightly, kissing his cheek, "Don't worry about it. I may only like him a little bit more," Azazel says, sticking tongue out at adder

 Adder's narrow into deadly slits "Ok, im going to go throw him off a cliff"

 "You'll have to get through me first." Azazel smiles, seemingly enjoying this

 He jumps over Azazel as if to tease him the fact that he WAS going to

 "Adder, if you kill him i'll be rather upset with you,"

 He sighs and walks back, getting his bluff called

 "Good boy, now sit back down." Azazel smiles, pulling adder back into the booth

 He sticks out his tongue

 Azazel pokes his face, "You know i wouldn't abandon you for someone else. Especially since i need to make sure you aren't pick-pocketing people."

 Adder rolled his eyes "I won't pick pocket people if you don't make me jealous"

 "You're a jealous boy. I can't help that," Azazel frowns

 He smiles "Just how i am"

 "Want me to coddle you to make up for my little flirting spree?"

 ".......................................................................... yes" he says

 Dry heaving intensifies.