The Tavern at the End of the World

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*FYI, Thirteen caused a massive snowstorm when he left. No one's stopped it yet, lol.*

Phantom is simultaneously lying outside in the snow, recovering from a battle against the sword swarm and hunting a Dracolich with Caelum and Albwin.

Soldaer is in Sigil with E, Avarice, and Atemos

A masked newcomer is standing just inside the doorway to the tavern, covered in snow from the snowstorm.

 *Description of them?*

 *a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum. 

Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.*

 Oval, who had come in promptly after seeing and being covered in the snowstorm, walked in and directly into back of this man's leg. They look up after brushing the heavy snow from their eyes and back up slightly, bumping into the door a bit. "Sorry sir" they say and stand a little more rigidly. 

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*Evening*

 *hey bro :]*

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*Evening*

 *Evening Corrin!

 *Ello*

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*Evening*

 *hey bro :]*

 *Dude,what are you doing on this late? usually you aren't on at  this time.*

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*Evening*

 *hey bro :]*

 *Dude,what are you doing on this late? usually you aren't on at  this time.*

 *Late studying at the local library for test this week and the week after, also cuz i can't sleep*

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*FYI, Thirteen caused a massive snowstorm when he left. No one's stopped it yet, lol.*

Phantom is simultaneously lying outside in the snow, recovering from a battle against the sword swarm and hunting a Dracolich with Caelum and Albwin.

Soldaer is in Sigil with E, Avarice, and Atemos

A masked newcomer is standing just inside the doorway to the tavern, covered in snow from the snowstorm.

 *Description of them?*

 *a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum. 

Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.*

 Oval, who had come in promptly after seeing and being covered in the snowstorm, walked in and directly into back of this man's leg. They look up after brushing the heavy snow from their eyes and back up slightly, bumping into the door a bit. "Sorry sir" they say and stand a little more rigidly. 

 The figure turns around and chuckles, a deep rolling sound. "No problem little one." He squats down to be on eye level with Oval, and removes his mask, revealing him to be a young 20-something orc.

"My name's Lhurr. Who are you?"

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*FYI, Thirteen caused a massive snowstorm when he left. No one's stopped it yet, lol.*

Phantom is simultaneously lying outside in the snow, recovering from a battle against the sword swarm and hunting a Dracolich with Caelum and Albwin.

Soldaer is in Sigil with E, Avarice, and Atemos

A masked newcomer is standing just inside the doorway to the tavern, covered in snow from the snowstorm.

 *Description of them?*

 *a rather imposing figure, standing at about 6'9" and clearly weighing near to 300 lbs. The figure has a single rough staff in his right hand, the top of which is adorned with some sort of humanoid skull. Glowing coldly within the eye sockets of the skull are two corundum. 

Draped across his shoulders is the pelt of a mighty winter wolf, the head of which rests on his right shoulder. He has several handaxes and knives strapped on his belt and in special sheathes and holders on his upper legs and forearms. Battle-scarred leather armor bound in strips of some metal covers his chest, and pieces in similar condition protect his legs and arms. Covering the upper two thirds of his face is a rough-hewn wooden mask covered in woad and etched with arcane runes. His thick hair is black, and a little bit greasy, and hangs down to his shoulders in back. A pair of javelins stick out over his shoulders as well.*

 Oval, who had come in promptly after seeing and being covered in the snowstorm, walked in and directly into back of this man's leg. They look up after brushing the heavy snow from their eyes and back up slightly, bumping into the door a bit. "Sorry sir" they say and stand a little more rigidly. 

 The figure turns around and chuckles, a deep rolling sound. "No problem little one." He squats down to be on eye level with Oval, and removes his mask, revealing him to be a young 20-something orc.

"My name's Lhurr. Who are you?"

 ".....Oval" they say and pull they parka-like hood over their head. Their eyes are like kittens eyes, curious and huge.