The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Looks like everyone else is gone bro, though if you're still in the mood I'm down for rp.*

Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.

Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.

The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room. 

 *Timewarp time, lol!*

Soldaer walks over to Krathian. "I don't believe we've properly met. The name's Soldaer Torrae, Ranger of Mielikki and Druid of Eilistraee. Couldn't help but notice this rather...unique piece of...shrubbery you're working on. What exactly is it you are doing to that tree?"

 He mops sweat off of his brow, and doesn't bother to look at or greet Soldaer. "Krathian." he says abruptly (He's going through a tough time,) "It's a mathas tree, growth responds to psychic energy. This one was tough to direct. I'm exercising."

 "Interesting. Can't say I've heard of a mathas tree, but I am familiar with psionics. I myself am not that much of a practitioner, although I do have the ability to speak telepathically," He says, switching over fluidly in mid sentence.

 A voice enters his mind. Hellooo~ Who are you?

 "...Krathian. And you?"

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Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.

Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.

The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room. 

 Atemos waves. “Whatcha doin?”

 He rolls up the parchment and takes a sip from a hip flask. "Writin' a letter home." he says, rolling up the hide and turning to face Atemos, "Per Landsraad," he says, offering a hand.

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 "...Krathian. And you?"

 Benjamin Dova. What exactly are you?

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Krathian is focusing on a small, potted birch tree in front of him like yesterday. The leafless tree's gray knots stare out over the tavern like unblinking eyes as its branches appear to have grown in strangely sharp patterns. Sweat stands out on Krathian's brow as he stares intently at the glorified shrub. Slowly, but still much more fast than is normal, another branch grows out of the base at a perfect 45 degree angle, on which the same eerie knots are present. Krathian sits back in his chair, with a satisfied look on his face. Q'ilbrith notices from across the bar and claps both hands and all eight tentacles together in triumph, which results in a strange slap/squish sound. "Nice job, Krathian." Krathian nods by way of response, he appears to have experienced serious exertion.

Jim is chilling with Scrum, petting him gently and singing softly.

The golden-eyed man has ceased stalking the grounds and is currently writing on a piece of hide parchment in the main room. 

 Atemos waves. “Whatcha doin?”

 He rolls up the parchment and takes a sip from a hip flask. "Writin' a letter home." he says, rolling up the hide and turning to face Atemos, "Per Landsraad," he says, offering a hand.

 Atemos smiles wryly before shaking it. “Need someone to deliver it? I can do it for a small fee.”

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*back for now!*

 *Hiii, what are your characters doing?*

 *I think Phantom was in the middle of a convo with Oval and Albwin.*

Soldaer is sitting at the bar, drink his usual: Feywine.

Shade is walking throughout the crowd, enjoying the occasional pat on the head or scratch behind the ears.

 (1. Can he sense unusual things?)

2. Avery grabs a mug, singing with a bunch of other people

 *Like what? He has a 25 passive perception, so possibly*

 *Something like the paladin's divine sense*

 *Nope. Just very observant, without the observant feat, lol*

 *Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, i can work with that*'

Soldaer can feel something, unattural, outside the tavern towards the back

 A chill goes down Soldaer's spine, but he seems more curious and cautious than anything. Shade, come with me. He says telepathically so as to not disturb the other patrons. Shade comes bounding over, and they exit the tavern to investigate.

 Investigation/religion check

 *alright. Investigation: 27*

 Its eerily quiet, like all the life outside the tavern has been silenced. The only noises coming from anywhere other than back inside, is the sound of metal against metal behind the tavern

 Soldaer looks over at Shade. Be ready for anything, he says, drawing his weapons, but keeping the light from his rapier off. He and Shade then walk cautiously around back behind the tavern.

 If they try and go stealthly, make a stealth check. If not: They see someone attacking a metal creature with a warpick. They seem to be doing a basic training, but something seems off about them

 *For stealth check, Soldaer cast Pass Without Trace using his innate magic, so an additional +10 to both of them. Stealth: 33 for Soldaer, and 36 for Shade.*

 *Yep, that passes their max possible*

The person doesn't notice them as they continue beating the automaton

 Soldaer and Shade approach the person cautiously, observing them for any signs of instability.

 They seem like a normal human besides the unnatural purple glow coming from their eyes, which reflect in the robot's bronze carapace.

 Soldaer finally breaks the silence. "You seem rather intent on beating the crap out of the automaton."

 They freeze up for a moment, "Jesus-" They quickly turn around, "Who the heck are you??" They ask. Their eyes are black, except for their pupils, which are purple

 Soldaer sheathes his weapons. "The name's Soldaer, and this is Shade." Shade gives a semi-friendly growl, as though she's still not entirely sure what to make of this new person.

 "Um.... i'm" They look down at their hand for a moment, "Ah, right, i'm Azazel." He says, nodding

 "It's a pleasure to meet you Azazel." Soldaer nods politely. "My question does remain though, why were you so intent on beating the crap out of that automaton? It won't take any damage while it's in range of the blessing."