The Tavern at the End of the World

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 *I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE I TYPED IN INSTEAD OF ON*

"Hm? You want it somewhere else?"

 "Yep" She said and pulled Sharlene's head down and kissed her 

 Sharlene let this happen, enjoying the moment.

 Penny chuckles and pulls back "Like i said, you missed the target"

 Sharlene chuckled as well. "Then it's a good thing you have good aim..."

 "I suppose it is"

 "hmm... how about seconds?" Before waiting for an answer, Sharlene leans down and takes the lead of kissing this time.

 Penny kisses back happily

 Sharlene repositions herself to be laying down as well. "It's such a warm day...."

 "Agreed" she said and hugged sharlene around the neck.

 *My brain is short circuiting trying to think of how to continue this.*

Sharlene brushes some of Penny's hair out of her face.

 Penny smiles and snuggles up besides her

 *-sigh- AND OF COURSE FITTING SONGS ARE PLAYING IN MY HEAD, GRAGHHH*

"Careful... we're still in public, so lets not take this too far..."

 *Penny: *INTENSE SNUGGLES* *

"Mnnnnnn"

 "I mean it..." Sharlene pulled her closer into a hug anyways. "Maybe later, though..." She whispered.

 *Pls dont get suggestive like that. Thats a point where the interaction needs to get put in a PM*

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Krathian has slightly recovered from his depression. He's reading a book on Illithid culture while Q'ilbrith tattoos a blue rose on the back of his neck. 

Jim is baking biscuits, he takes one out and munches on it as he continues with the rest of his planned breakfast: gravy, sausage, bacon, syrup, and croisants.

Per has come back from his visit onboard the ship and is in a rather jolly mood. He's drinking ale and singing Morrison's Jig at the top of his lungs

 *Forgot I even remade him for a bit, so yay! Rp!*

Arc floats up to Krathian, seemingly inspecting him impassively.

 Krathian glances over at Arc, noticing the inspection, and says, "I'm easier to see from across the table." he uses mage hand to pull out a chair for them.

*Two questions: one, have they met before? If so, sorry that I forgot. Two, can I have a description?*

 *Desc in spoiler, it's from his intro. And I feel like they may have met? If you remember back in the tavern when the amazonian woman got turned into a beast and Arc helped to understand the condition a bit when she became uber unconscious, though that might not have been Krathian, maybe it was someone else... Anyways, I haven't used him since the adventurers tavern, and I only re-intro'd him yesterday, so if they did meet, and you don't remember, we can just say Krathian doesn't remember, and Arc can't keep track of faces very well, so he wouldn't remember.*

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.

*Added details* His facial features are very impassive, and his voice stays very monotone and impassive as well when he speaks.

"No thank you, I do not want to sit right now."

"Very well, but if you'll excuse me I look to look the person with whom I'm speaking in the eye." And with that, he sets down his book and stands opposite Arc.. "Now, how may I help you."

 "Who are you?"

 "Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. Who are you?" Krathian seems a bit standoffish, as he doesn't know what to make of Arc.

 "Arc." He pauses for a bit, processing the titles. "I assume you are well-traveled?"

 Krathian nods subtly. "You could say that. However, I imagine your interest isn't in my titles."

 "No, I'm interested in what information they possess."

 "I assume so." Krathian chuckles mirthlessly, "But why?"

 "The infinite multiverse and what lies beyond it is simply nothing but information to be collected. No matter how unimportant or world-ending it may be."

 Krathian nods, slightly less hostile. He respects that view, its one he holds himself. "Very well. I am a servant of the Though-power Orvar, he, and consequentially I, exist to gather knowledge. The difference is he's made of it. My second title, Scourge of the White Forest, I earned by remedying an unfortunate situation on the material plane where abyssal horrors and energy from the far realm collided in a forest of mathas trees, wreaking havoc on the surrounding countryside. My third title I earned by being the sole survivor of my home plane, which died when I was young."

 A book floats out from under his robe and rests in his hand, as well as a quill, where he starts writing.  When Krathian finished the explanation, the book and quill went back. "Hello Krathian Morgana Hedara. Servant of Orvar, Scourge of the White Forest, and sole living heir to the Plane of Mardioch. You have been documented, hopefully to one day be a part of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."

 Krathian is intrigued, "Is this a database of knowledge?" he asks.

 "Yes, I once had a vision of this place, and since it has no caretaker, it has fallen millenia behind on information, so I am training to take up it's position as Librarian and Caretaker of the Interversal Infinite Library of All."

He considers Arc's claim for a moment. "This seems like a worthy goal, I would be pleased to aid you wherever you might find it helpful."

 "I will keep that offer in mind, Krathian Morgana."

 "Please, call me Krathian." He says, offering his hand to shake.

 "Very well." Arc shook his hand, his skin didn't really feel that much different from other humanoid skins, just slightly cool and smooth.

 Krathian's hand, on the other hand, (pun intended,) felt very weird. This was due to the fact that he had absentmindedly offered his right hand, which had an eye in it. 

 Arc either didn't notice or didn't mind it. "What was your home plane like?"

He shrugs, "It was a lot like any other plane you might come across, but we had a rich and long history, that ended quickly with the ride of the Nai'adir." he says the last word bitterly and makes a strange gesture, sticking the tip of his thumb against the inside of his neck.

 Arc tilted his head. "May I hear this history?" He prepared his book and quill.

 *FYI, I'm actually planning on writing a fantasy book about this, so I may not go into much detail.*

"I was a young child, only about eleven or twelve years old when it happened, I had just recently been accepted into the tutelage of the wizard colleges there. First, they were just a whisper on the tongue of the gadflies, or gossip at the well. A fire in a village here - a caravan disappearing there - a missing person - you get the idea. But soon, strange stories began to file in, stories about hooded riders that killed and destroyed without mercy. They wore white wooden masks with dark holes for eyes, I shudder to think on them even today. Eventually, they began to sack whole towns, slaughtering women and children as they ran for their lives from their flaming homes. Some hey kept alive, for torture. Eventually, they marched on the capital of my kingdom, and sacked it like a child kicking down a sandcastle. We all knew what they sought - they made know attempt to hide it. Pragg or'd Marde; fall of the world, that was their goal. And having captured the capital, they had everything they needed to accomplish what they had set out to do. There they performed the rites of Tegl or'd Docce, and woke him, Docce, the one giant that had not been exiled beyond the boundaries of our world. With Docce as their king, they slaughtered every man, woman, and child on the face of the plane, salting the earth, and committing suicide at the end. Docce ripped the plane to shreds, and then himself. That is the story of the death of my plane. Thrice cursed be the Nai'adir"

 Arc wrote as he listened to the story, and continued writing afterwards. "Are these images accurate?" He turned his book to Krathian, and the bottom half of the two pages the story takes up has shockingly detailed drawings in them. The first was dark and shadowy with figures on horses casting shadows that didn't match theirs, much like a visual representation of the beginning, and the second page was a village being burnt and ransacked by the previously mentioned figures with their masks, and in the distance a giant dark hand covered what would have been the skyline.

He shudders at the accuracy with which Arc depicted the scenes. "Indeed, it is like seeing it a second time."

 Arc nodded and put the book away. "Krathian, since you have answered my questions satisfactorily, do you have any questions yourself?"

"Not many, I'm just curious as to how you had the vision showing you the library?"

 "Pure chance."

"That seems ... unlikely. In my experience, there are no coincidences. Nor indeliberate visions. Were you seeking it out?"

 "No, I was simply a kid laying in my bed at the time. You are half-correct in assuming it was indeliberate. My theory is that the previous owner somehow died, whether through natural or unnatural means, or some combination, and they sent the vision out to seek a suitor, and I was just lucky enough to receive it. While it may not be a coincidence, since there is a possibility they may have somehow figured I'd be the most willing for the task, I do not entirely believe I myself was 'chosen', just simply lucky."

 "Now that makes sense. Or perhaps the library itself is sentient and sent out a random vision upon the death of the previous caretaker."

 "Perhaps. Time will soon answer that question. For now, anything else?"

He thinks for a moment, "I believe that's all for now"

 "Very well. Is there anything in particular you would like to talk about? It does not have to be a question, just some idle speaking to pass time."

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 *I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE I TYPED IN INSTEAD OF ON*

"Hm? You want it somewhere else?"

 "Yep" She said and pulled Sharlene's head down and kissed her 

 Sharlene let this happen, enjoying the moment.

 Penny chuckles and pulls back "Like i said, you missed the target"

 Sharlene chuckled as well. "Then it's a good thing you have good aim..."

 "I suppose it is"

 "hmm... how about seconds?" Before waiting for an answer, Sharlene leans down and takes the lead of kissing this time.

 Penny kisses back happily

 Sharlene repositions herself to be laying down as well. "It's such a warm day...."

 "Agreed" she said and hugged sharlene around the neck.

 *My brain is short circuiting trying to think of how to continue this.*

Sharlene brushes some of Penny's hair out of her face.

 Penny smiles and snuggles up besides her

 *-sigh- AND OF COURSE FITTING SONGS ARE PLAYING IN MY HEAD, GRAGHHH*

"Careful... we're still in public, so lets not take this too far..."

 *Penny: *INTENSE SNUGGLES* *

"Mnnnnnn"

 "I mean it..." Sharlene pulled her closer into a hug anyways. "Maybe later, though..." She whispered.