The Tavern at the End of the World

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 "It will in ways in don't yet understand." Spawn chuckles. "Why are you crying? You don't love him. You chose yourself over him. If you really cared about anyone, you would sacrifice yourself for them. You care about yourself, so stop crying. You don't deserve to."

 "Shut up." Azazel spits the words at him like venom

 "That's an infringement on my basic near-human rights. You really are more despicable than you realize..."

 Ringmaster walks over. "Is something wrong?"

 "No." Spawn says blatantly.

 He turns to Azazel. "No problems?"

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Enethia is walking downstairs, holding a glowing tome in one hand

Kalnor is consuming pancakes

Desgiran is outside

 Allison looks up from her reading, raising an eyebrow at the sight of the glowing tome. She stands up and walks up to Enethia "May i ask for the title of that?" 

 "Its called Dinisti 'ih Dal'qi. Or in modern translation 'The Abode if Dal'qi'"

 *History, arcana, or religion for the roll?* 

 

 *History or Arcana*

 * 3 *

 Shes never heard if it

 *darn bad roll*

She sighs "Can't said i ever heard of it" she said "what is Dinisti 'ih Dal'qi ?"

 "An old legend. Just a simple story"

 She seemed to be interested "I always had a fascination with certain lores.." she murmured. "What is it about" she finally asked

 "An ancient king, his daughter, his palace, and the archfey he angered."

 ".... could you read it to me?" she asked chuckling "sorry if that sounded weird"

 She smiles "Its fine. I would be willing to... But its 437 pages long"

 "Are they in chapters?" she asked 

 She nods 

 She sits on the rug, almost seeming a bit child-like. "Start from the beginning" she asked politely

 *Chris begins writing a 437 page novel....* She clears her throat "Thildris. Kingdom of prosperity. Kingdom of riches. Kingdom of power. Or... Thats at least what the Great King Balris told them. His people. Foreign nations. Even his own daughter. And so everyone believed. Everyone listened. And Thildris prospered because he said it did. And so his subjects obeyed."

 *The great American D&D novel!*

Allison continued listening.

 "He wasnt.. Lying, necessarily. The peoples mood prospered. The castle definitely prospered. People ate and drank as if the kingdom prospered. And they believed. All but five men in the kingdom, 3 women, and a single child... Balris knew the foodstuffs were dwindling. And that the rains had stopped months ago. That in a matter of less than a year the storage would empty, and many would go hungry. Many would starve. Many would grieve. None would be untouched."

 "How sad" she said

 She nods, continuing the chapter "A month passed.  The drought held. 3 months passed. No cloud in sight. 6 months passed. The doom for all was now in sight. More people knew. More people could tell what was happening. Balris needed ideas to end this fast... But the wizards, bards, and druids had left too long ago. They foresaw the events taking place today, and put themselves into voluntary exile until things were over, one way or another. He brought all his advisors together, discussing with them the most wise decision before the food had entirely disappeared. 'Perhaps we could release some jailed clerics to cast spells to create food?'. No. They would not obey. They would charge and change too much outside their cells. The advisor was dismissed, and the next brought in. 'We could try to ration out the food to last a few more months?'. No. There was no guarantee the rains would start again by then. The advisor was dismissed, and the next brought in. 'Perhaps inform the people? The unknowing populous could surely think of more than just us in the palace?'. And sully the great name of Balris for lying?! No. A horrid idea with no thought. The advisor was dismissed.... To the gallows, of course. Balris went to his quarters. He needed time alone to think. That night, he woke with a start. No noise. Not a bad dream. No real reason. Just... A feeling. He looked around slowly, and saw nothing. His room empty of anything but the riches he kept there. He slowly laid back down, as the door began slowly creaking open. Walking into his room was a beautiful figure. She was only a sillouette, but a lovely music followed her, and butterflies and birds followed her. She wore a long, flowing dress, and had a crooked crown that seemed to be made of some sort of plants. He opened his mouth to call the guards on this intruder, but no sound came forth. She spoke. 'Now, now... Trying to arrest a kind harmless visitor? Especially one just here to help with your plight?' She sat on the edge of the bed 'Why dont you just try listening first, and we cam see where that leads us, alright?'. He slowly closed his mouth, ready to hear out the lovely stranger. End of chapter one."

 *Awesome. This actually sort of reminds me of something. But still awesome.*

 *Nothing I do.is awesome. What does it remind you of?*

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 "It will in ways in don't yet understand." Spawn chuckles. "Why are you crying? You don't love him. You chose yourself over him. If you really cared about anyone, you would sacrifice yourself for them. You care about yourself, so stop crying. You don't deserve to."

 "Shut up." Azazel spits the words at him like venom

 "That's an infringement on my basic near-human rights. You really are more despicable than you realize..."

 Ringmaster walks over. "Is something wrong?"

 "No." Spawn says blatantly.

 He turns to Azazel. "No problems?"

 "Beat it, scug-rag." Spawn interjects.

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 *Nice!!* He smiles "Thank you for teaching me!"

 She smiles back. "You're welcome. We can do another lesson whenever you want."

 "Alright!" He carefully sheathes the blade "Maybe Ill be above average eventually!"

 "With enough practice, I'm sure you will be. For now, why don't we go grab something to eat."

 He nods "That sounds like a good idea"

 Mithris starts walking downstairs.

 Kalnor follows 

 "What do you want to eat?"

 "Hm... Probably pancakes. It feels like a pancakes day"

 Mithris smiles. "Let's get pancakes, then."

 He smiles back and orders 2 plates of pancakes

 She slowly eats the pancakes on her plate.