Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
Don't do it, kid. He may not want to kill you, but your patron most likely will. It's not worth it. Tell him, if my boss doesn't want you dead, then you have nothing to worry about. If you can't trust me, that's on you.
I'll um... i'll keep that in mind mister
I think this guy is bad news. I'm not much better, but he's intoxicating you with liquor and then asking very private and personal questions. I think that depending on who you serve, he might change his mind about killing you, too. Get out of there. Now.
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
Don't do it, kid. He may not want to kill you, but your patron most likely will. It's not worth it. Tell him, if my boss doesn't want you dead, then you have nothing to worry about. If you can't trust me, that's on you.
I'll um... i'll keep that in mind mister
I think this guy is bad news. I'm not much better, but he's intoxicating you with liquor and then asking very private and personal questions. I think that depending on who you serve, he might change his mind about killing you, too. Get out of there. Now.
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
"I'm just browsing. I've never needed a magical thing before, so i'm unsure what i'd need now."
"Okay just let us know if you need any help. Remember, we don't just have magic items, we also have regular items and even clothes." Pock says, before another identical gnome leaves the wagon, bowing to pock. "Okay, if you need anything, let Pock know and he will inform me, I have to go and finish some items." The original pock enters the wagon, while this new Pock stays, "Hello," they says, "I am Pock four, Mr. Azazel, if you need any help, please just let us know." This version of Pock, seems to be more conserved then the previous, almost like they are fully prepared to do business as a merchant.
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
"I'm just browsing. I've never needed a magical thing before, so i'm unsure what i'd need now."
"Okay just let us know if you need any help. Remember, we don't just have magic items, we also have regular items and even clothes." Pock says, before another identical gnome leaves the wagon, bowing to pock. "Okay, if you need anything, let Pock know and he will inform me, I have to go and finish some items." The original pock enters the wagon, while this new Pock stays, "Hello," they says, "I am Pock four, Mr. Azazel, if you need any help, please just let us know." This version of Pock, seems to be more conserved then the previous, almost like they are fully prepared to do business as a merchant.
*Just out of curiosity, would being drunk be able to be cured with Lesser Restoration?*
* I would say yes, because technically drunk is considered a special poisoned condition, and the RAW (As far as I know) says nothing about characters being drunk, but the ROC has being drunk being very similar to being poisoned.*
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, i guess that works."
Soldaer walks back over to his seat, and sits back down, visibly uncomfortable. "I hate being without my weapons, but if it puts you at ease and helps to prove my intentions, then I guess it's worth it."
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, i guess that works."
Soldaer walks back over to his seat, and sits back down, visibly uncomfortable. "I hate being without my weapons, but if it puts you at ease and helps to prove my intentions, then I guess it's worth it."
"Well, thanks for that. What would you want to know?"
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
I don't have much lost love for him either.
Again, there's more irony. He brought me back, promising me revenge and a spot in the Heavens with my clan and family if we were to succeed. He is crude and without honor... but he isn't stupid. I shouldn't be surprised. All Devils are the same way.
Not really. He's cruder then I am, at least.
Are you two panning to overtake Entropy?
I'm not planning anything with him, nor am I planning on doing any fighting here.
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Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, i guess that works."
Soldaer walks back over to his seat, and sits back down, visibly uncomfortable. "I hate being without my weapons, but if it puts you at ease and helps to prove my intentions, then I guess it's worth it."
"Well, thanks for that. What would you want to know?"
It's a bluff. Remember, he has magic.
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*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
"I'm just browsing. I've never needed a magical thing before, so i'm unsure what i'd need now."
"Okay just let us know if you need any help. Remember, we don't just have magic items, we also have regular items and even clothes." Pock says, before another identical gnome leaves the wagon, bowing to pock. "Okay, if you need anything, let Pock know and he will inform me, I have to go and finish some items." The original pock enters the wagon, while this new Pock stays, "Hello," they says, "I am Pock four, Mr. Azazel, if you need any help, please just let us know." This version of Pock, seems to be more conserved then the previous, almost like they are fully prepared to do business as a merchant.
*Yes this is a Pumat Sol reference.*
"Clones. Yeah thats normal."
"Actually, I and the other ninety nine Pocks are simulara of the original Dankkoorim Pock Turen, whom you have met."
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, i guess that works."
Soldaer walks back over to his seat, and sits back down, visibly uncomfortable. "I hate being without my weapons, but if it puts you at ease and helps to prove my intentions, then I guess it's worth it."
"Well, thanks for that. What would you want to know?"
It's a bluff. Remember, he has magic.
He's not the only one sir. And now i'm the only one here armed, i'll be fine. But for now i trust him
*Azazel is making something out of glue and popsicle stick soutiside*
Azazel sees a gnome setting up some sort of shop outside the tavern.
He walks over, wondering what this is, "Hello there."
The gnome pops his head up, "Hi," he says excitedly, "The names Pock... well actually its Dankkoorim Turen, but everyone has always called me Pock. I am a crafter of strange and mystical items, I also can easily craft any mundane item much faster than your average smith." Pock rambles, the mechanical feline watching Azazel closely. "OH! I almost forgot, whats your name mister?"
*If avery has any magical items, Pock's shop has alot of different weapons and tools. From bows to greatsword, from backpacks to bags of devouring. Pock has it all.*
*I was thinking of setting up a little shop for people who go on adventures here, but they can't use the items outside the world. E.X. you buy a +3 longsword from pock, it vanishes when you return home, but when you return to the tavern it reappears.*
*Avery doesn't own any magic items*
"My names Azazel," He says, looking around the booth, then at the mechanical feline, "Hi kitty"
"So, see anything you need. I have a ring that can make your wildest dream come true, or a sword that can cut a dragon in two. Or I can make a custom item for you, a lot of people really seem to like scrolls nowadays. So i got several that I can make copies of." Pock says, "Oh and don't mind Kyoko, shes just my guard cat."
"I'm just browsing. I've never needed a magical thing before, so i'm unsure what i'd need now."
"Okay just let us know if you need any help. Remember, we don't just have magic items, we also have regular items and even clothes." Pock says, before another identical gnome leaves the wagon, bowing to pock. "Okay, if you need anything, let Pock know and he will inform me, I have to go and finish some items." The original pock enters the wagon, while this new Pock stays, "Hello," they says, "I am Pock four, Mr. Azazel, if you need any help, please just let us know." This version of Pock, seems to be more conserved then the previous, almost like they are fully prepared to do business as a merchant.
*Yes this is a Pumat Sol reference.*
"Clones. Yeah thats normal."
"Actually, I and the other ninety nine Pocks are simulara of the original Dankkoorim Pock Turen, whom you have met."
Soldaer's gaze hardens, and his eyes narrow slightly. "Who are you talking to Avery?"
"Um.......... no one?"
Soldaer has a sad smile on his face at that response. "I know you're communicating telepathically with someone. I just don't know who." To placate any fear, he quickly adds, "This is a precaution I've always had on my room. I know when there's any telepathic communications taking place in my room, although I never know who with." He again smiles sadly, "My world is dangerous, and I've made plenty of enemies who would gladly hire someone to try and assassinate me. I'm sure someone in your profession would understand that kind of precaution."
"Well, they haven't said anything about wanting me to kill you,"
Soldaer does relax at this, but you can see he's still suspicious, or at least curious. "Well, that's good, because I do like you." He nods to the heads mounted above the mantle of his fireplace. "Those are all creatures I either helped kill, or killed myself, so you can tell I am a formidable warrior. I would hate to have to hurt you, which would definitely happen if you had been told to kill me."
Soldaer takes a breath and relaxes a little more after taking another sip of his Feywine. "You still didn't tell me who you are communicating with though. If you aren't here to kill me or cause me harm, and the one you are communicating with hasn't told you to do so, then you should have nothing to hide."
"Is that a threat?" Avery asks, "Or a genuine question." They say, hand twitching lightly in their seat
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Yeah, i guess that works."
Soldaer walks back over to his seat, and sits back down, visibly uncomfortable. "I hate being without my weapons, but if it puts you at ease and helps to prove my intentions, then I guess it's worth it."
"Well, thanks for that. What would you want to know?"
"The only thing I wanted to know right now was who you were talking to. After that, I will tell you anything you want to know about myself."
Xorius glances in his direction with slight interest.
Hanzo feels a little awkward and tries to avoid eye contact.
Something wrong, little mortal?
Staring is rude. And I'm not mortal. Not anymore.
A glance is hardly a stare.
What do you want?
To win the Blood War, of course.
Vengeance doesn't seem like such an impossible goal anymore...
What about me caught your attention?
You were glaring at me earlier.
I don't like fiends. In an ironic twist...the creatures I kill come back as Devils to fuel your pathetic Blood War. I hate the Hellspawn. He knew my culture was focused on the delicate art of death. Now I have to kill my enemies twice...
I don't have much lost love for him either.
Again, there's more irony. He brought me back, promising me revenge and a spot in the Heavens with my clan and family if we were to succeed. He is crude and without honor... but he isn't stupid. I shouldn't be surprised. All Devils are the same way.
Not really. He's cruder then I am, at least.
Are you two panning to overtake Entropy?
I'm not planning anything with him, nor am I planning on doing any fighting here.
Then why are you here instead of fighting alongside your kin?
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The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that... "Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent* "Eliksni must rise...yes?" _________ When it comes to pronouns I preferVariks-Senpai(But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
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I think this guy is bad news. I'm not much better, but he's intoxicating you with liquor and then asking very private and personal questions. I think that depending on who you serve, he might change his mind about killing you, too. Get out of there. Now.
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
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When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)
"I'm just browsing. I've never needed a magical thing before, so i'm unsure what i'd need now."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"A genuine question," Soldaer says, obviously surprised and taken aback. "I already told you that I like you kid. I won't ever intentionally harm you, unless you intentionally harm me or one of my friends."
"You seem nice sir, but i can't exactly trust that statement without full proof." Avery says, standing up as nonchalantly as possable
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
I'll be ok.... but i don't know
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"You mean something like this?" As he says that, he stands up, unbuckles his sword belt, slides it off, and puts it in the chest at the foot of his bed.
"Okay just let us know if you need any help. Remember, we don't just have magic items, we also have regular items and even clothes." Pock says, before another identical gnome leaves the wagon, bowing to pock. "Okay, if you need anything, let Pock know and he will inform me, I have to go and finish some items." The original pock enters the wagon, while this new Pock stays, "Hello," they says, "I am Pock four, Mr. Azazel, if you need any help, please just let us know." This version of Pock, seems to be more conserved then the previous, almost like they are fully prepared to do business as a merchant.
*Yes this is a Pumat Sol reference.*
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
*Just out of curiosity, would being drunk be able to be cured with Lesser Restoration?*
"Yeah, i guess that works."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Clones. Yeah thats normal."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
* I would say yes, because technically drunk is considered a special poisoned condition, and the RAW (As far as I know) says nothing about characters being drunk, but the ROC has being drunk being very similar to being poisoned.*
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
Soldaer walks back over to his seat, and sits back down, visibly uncomfortable. "I hate being without my weapons, but if it puts you at ease and helps to prove my intentions, then I guess it's worth it."
"Well, thanks for that. What would you want to know?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
I'm not planning anything with him, nor am I planning on doing any fighting here.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
It's a bluff. Remember, he has magic.
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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Homebrew (Mostly Outdated): Magic Items, Monsters, Spells, Subclasses
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
"Actually, I and the other ninety nine Pocks are simulara of the original Dankkoorim Pock Turen, whom you have met."
The Fall of Realms:DM,
I play Eldrin Adbella, and more in the The Tavern at the End of the World come and join.
Co-Creator of the Great Elvin King Equipment;
Great Elvin King's Bow, Great Elvin King's Quiver, Great Elvin King's Blade; Yggdrasil, Great Elvin King's Blade; Ragnarok, Great Elvin King's Cloak and Armor,
As the sands of time flow, and we etch ever closer to the end, follow the heart to find your own truth.
He's not the only one sir. And now i'm the only one here armed, i'll be fine. But for now i trust him
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Simulacrums.... cool"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"The only thing I wanted to know right now was who you were talking to. After that, I will tell you anything you want to know about myself."
Then why are you here instead of fighting alongside your kin?
The Tavern Mother (Trust me, it's not as weird as it sounds!)
I am the God-Queen of Trickery, Cunning, Lies, and Gaslighting- but you already knew that...
"Moon's Haunted." *Cocks shotgun with malicious intent*
"Eliksni must rise...yes?"
_________
When it comes to pronouns I prefer Variks-Senpai (But I'm a dude. Pronouns are weird.)