The Tavern at the End of the World

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 *Alrighty*

Hello, you two, the elf begins telepathically, the voice soft and smooth. I'm Phantom. He notices the wound on Albwin's leg. Here, let me help you with that. Phantom is smiling as he says that, and his hands start glowing with a pale blue light.

 Oval's eyes widen as they back up

 Albwin back up as well struggling to draw his dagger

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*Hey and good morning my friends :] *

Oval was curled up in a blanket behind the couch, they were fast asleep and let out tiny snores. The were clutching their teddy bear close to their chest as they slept. Its been awhile since they had a full nights sleep, usually they slept for 1 or 2 hours at most.

Penny was drinking tea and reading outside. She had on a white tank-top, black jeans, thick boots, and a black jacket. 

adder was asleep upstairs.

 *Aaaaahhhhh, adorable axolotl child! I love axolotls, so this is fun to imagine*

Vega is watching over them, sitting crosslegged a couple feet away

*This has probably changed by now, but meh*

 *XD its ok*

Oval blinks their eyes, beginning to wake up. 

 Vega smiles, "Good morning Oval, sleep well?"

 Oval nods an rubs their eyes. The kick the blanket off of them before neatly folding it and setting it aside

 "Thats good. How are you feeling?" He asks, remembering the memory from yesterday

 They smile "Sleepy" they finally spoke out loud

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*Alright, time to bring this boi back, I haven't played him since The Adventurers Taver from when I first joined, so it's gonna be kind of nostalgic for me.*

An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.

*Gonna change my profile pic to the image that inspired him originally.*

 He floats over to the bar and settles himself into a chair, then folded his wings away. He took off his hood, revealing his dark blue, almost black, hair that floats around as if in water. 

 *HAHAHA time warp go brrrrr*

A half-elf child curiously walks up to him and tugs on his robe

 He looks down slowly and studies this child, unblinking.

 The child tilts his head and stares at him.

 *These two are just gonna stare forever.*

He stares as well.

 "Who are you?" The child asks. His voice cracks slightly from lack of use

 In a completely monotone and emotionless voice, he spoke. "Arc."

*-sigh- I forgot how much I actually enjoyed Arc.*

 "Mines Albwin."

 "Hello, Albwin."

 "Where are we." He asks while looking around at all of the people.

 "I believe they call it the Tavern at the End of the World."

 Albwin moves closer to Arc. "It seems nice."

 "I just arrived, so I can't say yet."

 "Ok. Where are you from?"

 "Nowhere."

 "Well you have to be from somewhere."

 "The place I am from is nowhere because it doesn't exist anymore. Not for centuries."

 "Oh...so you can't see your mom or dad again?"

 "No. My parents died when I was young." Oddly enough, there is still no hint of emotion in his voice, or face.

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*Alright, time to bring this boi back, I haven't played him since The Adventurers Taver from when I first joined, so it's gonna be kind of nostalgic for me.*

An elven looking man floats into the tavern, wearing a dark blue robe with streaks of neon blue in it, with the hood up. He has a pair of kaleidoscopic butterfly wings on his back, and strong magical energy emanates from him. His eyes glow multi-colored lights in a kaleidoscopic fashion, and his skin is extremely pale, and he has a splash of freckles over his face that also glows.

*Gonna change my profile pic to the image that inspired him originally.*

 He floats over to the bar and settles himself into a chair, then folded his wings away. He took off his hood, revealing his dark blue, almost black, hair that floats around as if in water. 

 Scyria glances over at him in interest.

"And who are you?"

 He slowly turns his head to look at her for a bit, then, in a completely monotone and emotionless voice, spoke. "Arc."

*I think I need a desc of Scyria.*

 *17 year old girl with short, black curly hair, pale skin, blue eyes. Wearing aristocratic clothes and a massive glass sword on her back. Also two pistols.*

"Hmm... No other name? My name is Scyria."

 "Yes. Hello, Scyria."

*AH yes, her, I don't think I saw her name yet, so that confused me a bit.*

 *Ah.*

She studies Arc for a bit, but says nothing else.You notice she's fiddling with a small sphere, running her hands over it. It has a pin sticking out one side.

 Arc looks at the sphere for a bit, then turned back away, getting himself a glass of water, which he slowly sips.

*Aaand, here's the downside of Arc, he's kind of anti-social..*

 Scyria gently places the sphere in her pack and backs away.

*...So is Scyria.*

 After he's done sipping his water, he turns back to her. "May I ask about the sphere?"

*Welp, this'll be a struggle for both of us.*

 She glances up and takes it out again. She looks proud.

"It's one of my masterworks. A timed bomb."

 "How does it work?"

 "You have to pull the pin, and then probably get it away from yourself as quickly as possible. It uses cogs and springs, so it's not precise, but it will still give you time to throw it."

 "I see. How come you have a glass sword?"

 She smiles slightly at a memory and fingers it. It's covered in cracks, as though it had been broken and repaired.

"This is the sword of the Fifth Star. She used it before ascending to godhood."

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Kalnor is staring at the End of the World

Tikalae is reading

Naivaeliania Ecliren is carefully watching Phantom and Kalnor

 Xorius walks over to him. "Searching for something?"

 "... Yes and no"

 "Explain."

 "Im looking for something, but nothing in specific. Sorta just letting my mind wander" He smiles a bit

 "What's your name?"

 "Im Kalnor. Whats yours?"

 "Xorius, commander of Bleeding Legion."

 "Bleeding Legion?"

 "It's a legion of devils. You're just a mortal, I presume?"

 He looks down "Yeah... Im just me..."

 "You could be more."

 ".... How?"

 "You want the power to act, don't you? To make a difference? I can give you that."

 He looks up "How exactly?"

 "Just a simple trade. You do a small favor or two for me, and I give you magical power. You get to be someone."

 "... What kind of favors?"

 "Nothing major. Perhaps telling someone a short message, or retrieving a minor magic item."

 ".... Ill think about it"

 "Take your time."

 He nods, looking for Mithris

 She's inside.

 He walks over "Hello..."

 She smiles. "Hello, Kalnor!"

 He gives a half-hearted smile "Someone offered me something outside.... I...."

 "What did they offer you?"

 "... The power to actually be something.."