The Tavern at the End of the World

E is outside, in a strange circle

Kalnor is with Mithris

Desgiran is on pause

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A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow. 

He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.

This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.

 The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.

 A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.

 Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash. 

 “Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”

 "Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."

With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.

"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."

 He looks in awe at the Drow “Really!?!? THIS IS SO COOL” He holds it gingerly and feels how heavy it is. He swings it carefully once or twice before handing it back to Soldaer. “You really chased off a whole band of orca? That’s sick.”

 "Orcs are the least of the creatures I have dealt with. Ever seen a dragon?"

 “Like a Komodo dragon? I’ve seen some pictures of them”

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E is outside, in a strange circle

Kalnor is with Mithris

Desgiran is on pause

 Avarice is drawing.

Eris is breathing.

Szaren is reading.

Redyn/Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth is watching people.

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A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow. 

He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.

This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.

 The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.

 A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.

 Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash. 

 “Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”

 "Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."

With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.

"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."

 He looks in awe at the Drow “Really!?!? THIS IS SO COOL” He holds it gingerly and feels how heavy it is. He swings it carefully once or twice before handing it back to Soldaer. “You really chased off a whole band of orca? That’s sick.”

 "Orcs are the least of the creatures I have dealt with. Ever seen a dragon?"

 “Like a Komodo dragon? I’ve seen some pictures of them”

 "Not a Komodo Dragon. A TRUE dragon."

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Avarice is drawing.

Eris is breathing.

Szaren is reading.

Redyn/Abryn is watching people.

 A small 12 year old kid walks up to them. He has brown, poofy hair, wears a baseball hat faded galaga shirt and ratty jeans, and is hitching his thumbs in his pockets. “Hey there. I’m Cody. Watcha doin?”

"Staring at people. What's your name?" Redyn/Abryn is a female elf in plain clothes with long, blueish black hair.

 “…Cody…like I said…who are you staring at? Anyone in particular or do you just like…starin?”

*I'm stupid.* "Sorry, kid. I wasn't listening. I like to take people's faces." She grins at him.

 *🤣😂* He flips his baseball hat on his face so it covers it and peers through a hole in it. “That’s cool. What’s your name?”

"Dame Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth, but my friends call me Abryn Tsotacath Omineious Glouse Verado-Yelsine Touradina Ferrope Atdsat Rouquelina Muranth."

 “I’ll call you Atogvyfarm (A-tog-vee-farm). How many friends do you have?”

"A couple hundred, probably."

 “That’s like, a couple hundred more than me. Wow. Anyway, I’m kinda bored. What do people do here?”

"Drink and get obsessed over stupid things. What else are taverns for?"

 “Fair point. He orders a glass of beer and examines it closely”

 "Is it legal for you to drink that?"

 “Legal? What’s that.” He takes a sip and his eyes widen as he forces it down. He starts twirling his hair, you can tell he does this a lot as it’s curled up right there

"Whatever, I'm not your mother. Or responsible for you in any way."

 He hangs his head at that and limply takes another sip of his beer. 

"No mother? Welcome to the club, kid."

 “Nah. Depression mode over. This stuff is disgusting. Why do you drink it?” He takes a big gulp and starts to look a little green. Also a little bit red.

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A newcomer opens the door to the tavern. He appears to be a Drow, with pale silver-blue hair, and vibrant green eyes. There's a moonstone rapier on his left hip, an ornate shortsword with intricate spiderweb designs engraved on the blade and a blue gemstone embedded in the pommel on the right. A powerful longbow rests easily across his shoulders, with a quiver full of arrows beside it. Holstered on his right hip right below the shortsword is an obviously Drow weapon: a hand crossbow. 

He's wearing a leather chestpiece with ornate designs and mithral bands reinforcing it. He has a deep blue cloak the flows gracefully out behind him on his back.

This newcomer looks cautiously around the room as he stands in the doorway, his eyes looking temporarily on some of the more unusual people in the tavern.

 The newcomer walks cautiously inside the tavern and up to the bar. He orders a feywine and tosses a platinum piece up on bar top. Right after ordering, he turns back to face the crowd in the tavern, scanning wearily for anyone who may cause him trouble.

 A small kid with puffy brown hair, a baseball cap, ratty jeans, and a faded galaga shirt walks up. “Sup. You new here too? I just got lost and came here. What’s your name?” He talks kinda fast.

 Why, yes, I am. I am Soldaer Torrae, Twilight Elf ranger in the service of Eilistraee. I'm not exactly sure how I got here. Last thing I remember was that I was chasing a band of marauding orcs away from my home village and then there was a bright flash. 

 “Wow that’s so cool…do you have a weapon? Can I see it?”

 "Of course, I do," he says with a slight laugh. "I am always prepared to defend myself and my people."

With that, and a lightning-fast blur of movement, he draws his rapier, taps you twice on each shoulder (left, right, left, right), and then on the head, before flipping it over in his hand so that the hilt is extended towards you.

"Here, take a look, but be sure to give it back, and be very careful with it. It was a gift from my deity, and would very much so hate to loose it."

 He looks in awe at the Drow “Really!?!? THIS IS SO COOL” He holds it gingerly and feels how heavy it is. He swings it carefully once or twice before handing it back to Soldaer. “You really chased off a whole band of orca? That’s sick.”

 "Orcs are the least of the creatures I have dealt with. Ever seen a dragon?"

 “Like a Komodo dragon? I’ve seen some pictures of them”

 "Not a Komodo Dragon. A TRUE dragon."