The Tavern at the End of the World

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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."

 "Who is 'she'?"

 Scyria looks startled. 

"The Fifth Star? Out of the Five Stars of Creation? The Fifth Star was their leader, and she mentored me before ascending to godhood. This sword is the sword she used to kill an Aspect of Ruin, although it shattered."

 "I am afraid I do not know of what you are speaking about. You may be from a different plane or world than me."

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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

 Both hear a chuckle in their minds. I'm a warrior cleric. I just want to heal you. I'm not here to hurt anyone.

 Oval narrows her eyes a bitt

*Oh yeah, here's what my other people are doing:*

Azazel is eating a banana

Avery is sitting on the beach next to taceli (I think), concerned that they've gone relativly catatonic

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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."

 "Who is 'she'?"

 Scyria looks startled. 

"The Fifth Star? Out of the Five Stars of Creation? The Fifth Star was their leader, and she mentored me before ascending to godhood. This sword is the sword she used to kill an Aspect of Ruin, although it shattered."

 "I am afraid I do not know of what you are speaking about. You may be from a different plane or world than me."

 "Perhaps... But you do not have a similar myth in your world? A dragon friend of mine said that many religions mirror each other, whether on the same plane or another."

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 *Oh, I can just cut the chain if you want.*

The tiefling bartender walks over. "Is something wrong?"

 *yeah whenever it gets long, thanks!*

"No, just felt weird when I tried to to tap the shoulder of you ghost friend." He say putting his hand down.

 "He doesn't say much, if that's why you touched him. He doesn't talk at all, really."

 *sorry was on another thread.*

"Ah, didn't acknowledge me either, well I came to him about a job but if you work here you'll do."

 "A job? Working here?"

 *sorry missed it.*

"Yes, as a performer, I already perform here daily to pay for my room, but I want to bring it to the next level & do it for the Tavern & not just as a form of pay."

 *It's fine.*

The tiefling thinks for a moment. "Follow me." She heads around the counter into the kitchen.

 "Sure thing!" He does so.

 "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asks.

 "Why not? The Tavern's a pleasant place! Though you worry me saying that." He says still keeping a smile.

 She writes something down on a piece of parchment. "If you're sure... sign here."

 "uuhm, what kind of name do you need?" He says, only now getting nervous.

 "Yours."

 "Well i mean like as in stage name, name I go by, or birth name."

 "First and last legal name."

 "just don't be telling my name to anyone who hasn't seen the paper please." He signs Kaelis "I don't even know if I have a last name so I hope that will do." He's now in a more serious tone, not his happy high-ish energy one.

 "Don't worry. We keep your information private."

 "good, I only tell people the name 'Spectacle' for a reason, well let's not dwell on that, what's next?"

 "We need to talk about wages."

 "Ok, what do you have in mind?" He says going back to his fast talking cheery self.

 "I was thinking of three gold pieces an hour, unless you'd prefer a set daily wage."

 "Well how many shows a day, how much do I do in them, are you scheduling, or am I?"

 "That depends on which option you choose. Hourly, it's your choice. Daily, it's mine."

 After a second of consideration, "I'll take the daily pay"

 She nods, handing him a key. "Don't ever give this to anyone else."

 "What's this to?"

 "It's an employee's key. It can open any door in the tavern."

 *once again missed sorry.*

"Huh, Neatarino! Hey I want to know, did you see that little thing I held here called Battle Of The Bards?"