The Tavern at the End of the World

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 "Sure, i'm interested now."

 Noble-77 hands him a brochure. Inside, it reads;

So you want to be a Helljumper! 

Basic Training begins at Fort Dawn on the Astral Plane. Why the Astra Plane? Because time moves faster there and we can get you trained within a week in real time. 

Those that pass basic training may move on to choose a specialty whether that be ordinance expertise, marksmanship, heavy munitions, piloting aircraft, field medications, or engineering. 

For those that are at the top of their class, they will have the opportunity to become a NOBLE. NOBLE's are physically enhanced specimens that are much more capable in combat than your standard Helljumper. 

Helljumpers are deployed wherever their is a need for them. We fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. We protect the innocent and drive off evil from all corners of the worlds. We are the last line of defense. We're the first in and the last out. 

FEET FIRST, HELLJUMPER.

 "Wow, fancy stuff."

*does this create new class levels?*

 *Yeah. Basically a few homebrewed feats with some perks from the Fighter Class.*

"Yes it is." Noble-77 agrees. "So what do you say? You want in?"

 *Neat*

"Hm.... i'm kinda busy now, but this is definatly something i'll consider"

 Noble-77 gives Azazel a salute. "Then maybe I'll see ya around, kid. Good luck out there."

 "You too sir."

 "I'll be here when you're ready. Honestly, I think if you gave basic training a shot, you'd be surprised."

 "I'd give it a shot, but theres some stuff i need to take care of."

 "Hey, not to pry, but could I help you out? It's what I do!"

 "Do you know anything about romance?" He asks sarcastically

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 A pair of humanoids walk over at this point. Both look human, with one obvious difference: they each have a pair of glowing spectral wings sprouting from their back. They are obviously brothers, have similar facial features, and having the same reddish-blonde hair. The taller of the two looks a few years younger than his brother, but is much more muscular. He's wearing heavy, bluish colored splint mail that's etched with some rather unusual looking runes. On his back there's two javelins nestled in a special carrier, and his shield, which is forged to be reminiscent of wings, is slung over one shoulder. On his left hip, he carries an extremely ornate longsword, and through the slight gap between the crossguard and scabbard, you can tell that the blade glows with powerful and holy light.

The shorter brother is wearing a unique set of very ornate robes, with a scroll on one hip, and a rather hefty tome on the other. In his right hand, he holds a ornate rod with a slightly glowing crystal at the tip. Sticking up out of his robes, and coiled slightly around his neck, is a very colorful winged serpent, who's eyes display an unearthly intelligence.

"Greetings," the younger brother says, extending his hand. "I am Reirlin, Captain of the Guardians of Peace, and Paladin of the Fifth Order. This is my brother, Egrien, a warlock serving our grandfather, Kabshiel, a Solar in the service of Aliadnind Stormsword, the Patron God of Fighters and warriors in our world." At this, Egrien bows slightly out of respect.

"I heard you talking about your Helljumpers. It sounds very similar to my order, although I can tell you use different weapons to do it," He says, looking and Noble-77's assault rifle. "We may be interested in joining, at least temporarily, if you'd have us."

 "I'm Noble-77, a Captain in the Helljumpers." Noble-77 stands up to greet the two, reaching about 7'6". He looks like he's physically capable of flipping over a truck if he needed to. His armor is all black with bits of gold here and there. His helmet's visor is golden, and in golden print on the sides of his helmet read; FEET FIRST. "Good afternoon, boys. I'm looking for those that will stay loyal to the Helljumpers. We don't take temps. You're in, or you're out."

 The brothers glance at each other, and almost seem to be communicating telepathically. "Well, we're not entirely sure yet," Egrien begins. "You see, I am a warlock, definitely not physically strong, but a force to be reckoned with when it comes to the arcane." He looks wearily at Noble-77's assault rifle. "I'm not even sure I could pick up whatever that weapon is you have, but like I said, I am still dangerous in my own way. My brother here, on the other hand, is more likely what you'd be expecting and looking for. I've seen him go toe-to-toe with demons, devils, and things that would make most people scream and curl up into a ball." Egrien seems a little nervous, "Me and my brother are a team though. We've been fighting alongside each other for close to 50 years now, and never once have we come across something we weren't able to handle.

"We are definitely interested in hearing more, but aren't ready to make a final decision yet." Egrien finishes.

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 A pair of humanoids walk over at this point. Both look human, with one obvious difference: they each have a pair of glowing spectral wings sprouting from their back. They are obviously brothers, have similar facial features, and having the same reddish-blonde hair. The taller of the two looks a few years younger than his brother, but is much more muscular. He's wearing heavy, bluish colored splint mail that's etched with some rather unusual looking runes. On his back there's two javelins nestled in a special carrier, and his shield, which is forged to be reminiscent of wings, is slung over one shoulder. On his left hip, he carries an extremely ornate longsword, and through the slight gap between the crossguard and scabbard, you can tell that the blade glows with powerful and holy light.

The shorter brother is wearing a unique set of very ornate robes, with a scroll on one hip, and a rather hefty tome on the other. In his right hand, he holds a ornate rod with a slightly glowing crystal at the tip. Sticking up out of his robes, and coiled slightly around his neck, is a very colorful winged serpent, who's eyes display an unearthly intelligence.

"Greetings," the younger brother says, extending his hand. "I am Reirlin, Captain of the Guardians of Peace, and Paladin of the Fifth Order. This is my brother, Egrien, a warlock serving our grandfather, Kabshiel, a Solar in the service of Aliadnind Stormsword, the Patron God of Fighters and warriors in our world." At this, Egrien bows slightly out of respect.

"I heard you talking about your Helljumpers. It sounds very similar to my order, although I can tell you use different weapons to do it," He says, looking and Noble-77's assault rifle. "We may be interested in joining, at least temporarily, if you'd have us."

 "I'm Noble-77, a Captain in the Helljumpers." Noble-77 stands up to greet the two, reaching about 7'6". He looks like he's physically capable of flipping over a truck if he needed to. His armor is all black with bits of gold here and there. His helmet's visor is golden, and in golden print on the sides of his helmet read; FEET FIRST. "Good afternoon, boys. I'm looking for those that will stay loyal to the Helljumpers. We don't take temps. You're in, or you're out."

 The brothers glance at each other, and almost seem to be communicating telepathically. "Well, we're not entirely sure yet," Egrien begins. "You see, I am a warlock, definitely not physically strong, but a force to be reckoned with when it comes to the arcane." He looks wearily at Noble-77's assault rifle. "I'm not even sure I could pick up whatever that weapon is you have, but like I said, I am still dangerous in my own way. My brother here, on the other hand, is more likely what you'd be expecting and looking for. I've seen him go toe-to-toe with demons, devils, and things that would make most people scream and curl up into a ball." Egrien seems a little nervous, "Me and my brother are a team though. We've been fighting alongside each other for close to 50 years now, and never once have we come across something we weren't able to handle.

"We are definitely interested in hearing more, but aren't ready to make a final decision yet." Egrien finishes.

 

 "You guys seem alright, and you don't have to worry about our weaponry. That's what basic training is for. We, too, go head to head with the evils of the lower planes as well as fighting against any who wish to harm the good." Noble-77 explains. "If you guys think you can handle yourselves, then I wouldn't worry to much about joining. You guys are already practically Helljumpers yourselves, heheh."

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 "Sure, i'm interested now."

 Noble-77 hands him a brochure. Inside, it reads;

So you want to be a Helljumper! 

Basic Training begins at Fort Dawn on the Astral Plane. Why the Astra Plane? Because time moves faster there and we can get you trained within a week in real time. 

Those that pass basic training may move on to choose a specialty whether that be ordinance expertise, marksmanship, heavy munitions, piloting aircraft, field medications, or engineering. 

For those that are at the top of their class, they will have the opportunity to become a NOBLE. NOBLE's are physically enhanced specimens that are much more capable in combat than your standard Helljumper. 

Helljumpers are deployed wherever their is a need for them. We fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. We protect the innocent and drive off evil from all corners of the worlds. We are the last line of defense. We're the first in and the last out. 

FEET FIRST, HELLJUMPER.

 "Wow, fancy stuff."

*does this create new class levels?*

 *Yeah. Basically a few homebrewed feats with some perks from the Fighter Class.*

"Yes it is." Noble-77 agrees. "So what do you say? You want in?"

 *Neat*

"Hm.... i'm kinda busy now, but this is definatly something i'll consider"

 Noble-77 gives Azazel a salute. "Then maybe I'll see ya around, kid. Good luck out there."

 "You too sir."

 "I'll be here when you're ready. Honestly, I think if you gave basic training a shot, you'd be surprised."

 "I'd give it a shot, but theres some stuff i need to take care of."

 "Hey, not to pry, but could I help you out? It's what I do!"

 "Do you know anything about romance?" He asks sarcastically

 "I know a thing or two." Noble-77 laughs. "Who's got your eye, kid? Is it an Elf or Tiefling? For me...it was both, heheh."

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Caramel the Undead Cat is unconscious on the front lawn, she's clearly hurt and very dehydrated.

 Something picked them up, taking them over to the shade with a bottle of water

 Caramel mewls weakly, her ears twitching.

 Caramel feels it scritch lightly behind her ear, offering the bottle of water for her to drink

 Caramel gets a large drink and opens her eyes a little.

 It seems to be a construct of some sort, with no face, but it continues petting Caramel and offering water

 Caramel is too weak to be scared. Who... are you?

 The construct doesn't answer, likely because it either can't understand her or just doesn't have the ability to respond. It instead pauses for a moment, before continueing to gently scritch the kitten