The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Alright, heres my thing :D*

A [lets say human for simplicity] man is walking towards the tavern. He's about 300ft from the edge of the blessing, and 400-500 from the tavern itself. He carries a briefcase thats locked, a set of manacle attatching it to his wrist. His breath is heavy, visible in the air (Its cold for me here, so i'm going with cold in the universe), he seemed to have been running up until this point, his clothes scratched from the breaking of branches as they ran. He stops, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, when suddenly, a crossbow bolt strikes the ground beside him, having missed by only an inch. The man curses loudly as he resumes running, heading towards the tavern as another bolt is fired, striking true this time as it buries itself in his arm.

 Roman looks up from his reading (Vampire cleric-fighter character from earlier) "Oh señores, ayúdanos" he says and stands up

 *See above, the two buff bois beat the ship out of them, currently have them knocked out in the safe zone*

 *-confusion-*

 The attacker and the man are both unconcious on the ground thanks to the efforts of the massive dragon, and yekel

 Roman happens upon them during his evening walk. He tilts his head, trying to determine if they should be drained or not

 The attacker or just arandom person to roman, is dressed head to toe, completely covered, a white blank mask covering their face

The man is dressed in a buisness suit, with a briefcase shackled to his wrist

 He picks up and attacker and pries off the mask from the man, his golden eyes narrow in the moonlight.

Roman looks back at the man in the business suit and snaps his fingers in front of the man's face "You awake ese?"

 The attacket tursns out to be a female half-elf, around the age of 20 or so.

The man doesn't move

 *Can i kill either of them? >:]*

"Christ, i should drain you both" he said and picks the man up, dragging the woman by her collar. 

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*Alright, heres my thing :D*

A [lets say human for simplicity] man is walking towards the tavern. He's about 300ft from the edge of the blessing, and 400-500 from the tavern itself. He carries a briefcase thats locked, a set of manacle attatching it to his wrist. His breath is heavy, visible in the air (Its cold for me here, so i'm going with cold in the universe), he seemed to have been running up until this point, his clothes scratched from the breaking of branches as they ran. He stops, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, when suddenly, a crossbow bolt strikes the ground beside him, having missed by only an inch. The man curses loudly as he resumes running, heading towards the tavern as another bolt is fired, striking true this time as it buries itself in his arm.

 Roman looks up from his reading (Vampire cleric-fighter character from earlier) "Oh señores, ayúdanos" he says and stands up

 *See above, the two buff bois beat the ship out of them, currently have them knocked out in the safe zone*

 *-confusion-*

 The attacker and the man are both unconcious on the ground thanks to the efforts of the massive dragon, and yekel

 Roman happens upon them during his evening walk. He tilts his head, trying to determine if they should be drained or not

 The attacker or just arandom person to roman, is dressed head to toe, completely covered, a white blank mask covering their face

The man is dressed in a buisness suit, with a briefcase shackled to his wrist

 He picks up and attacker and pries off the mask from the man, his golden eyes narrow in the moonlight.

Roman looks back at the man in the business suit and snaps his fingers in front of the man's face "You awake ese?"

 The dragon, Phantomizakell, lands in front of Roman and the two unconscious people. "Don't do try anything sir" 

*Phantom does have truesight*

 Roman looks the dragon up and down before completely ignoring the dragon

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*Alright, heres my thing :D*

A [lets say human for simplicity] man is walking towards the tavern. He's about 300ft from the edge of the blessing, and 400-500 from the tavern itself. He carries a briefcase thats locked, a set of manacle attatching it to his wrist. His breath is heavy, visible in the air (Its cold for me here, so i'm going with cold in the universe), he seemed to have been running up until this point, his clothes scratched from the breaking of branches as they ran. He stops, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, when suddenly, a crossbow bolt strikes the ground beside him, having missed by only an inch. The man curses loudly as he resumes running, heading towards the tavern as another bolt is fired, striking true this time as it buries itself in his arm.

 Roman looks up from his reading (Vampire cleric-fighter character from earlier) "Oh señores, ayúdanos" he says and stands up

 *See above, the two buff bois beat the ship out of them, currently have them knocked out in the safe zone*

 *-confusion-*

 The attacker and the man are both unconcious on the ground thanks to the efforts of the massive dragon, and yekel

 Roman happens upon them during his evening walk. He tilts his head, trying to determine if they should be drained or not

 The attacker or just arandom person to roman, is dressed head to toe, completely covered, a white blank mask covering their face

The man is dressed in a buisness suit, with a briefcase shackled to his wrist

 He picks up and attacker and pries off the mask from the man, his golden eyes narrow in the moonlight.

Roman looks back at the man in the business suit and snaps his fingers in front of the man's face "You awake ese?"

 The attacket tursns out to be a female half-elf, around the age of 20 or so.

The man doesn't move

 *Can i kill either of them? >:]*

"Christ, i should drain you both" he said and picks the man up, dragging the woman by her collar. 

 *Hmmmm, you may try, both are unconcious, so no one besides the people watching over them will try and stop you*

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*Alright, heres my thing :D*

A [lets say human for simplicity] man is walking towards the tavern. He's about 300ft from the edge of the blessing, and 400-500 from the tavern itself. He carries a briefcase thats locked, a set of manacle attatching it to his wrist. His breath is heavy, visible in the air (Its cold for me here, so i'm going with cold in the universe), he seemed to have been running up until this point, his clothes scratched from the breaking of branches as they ran. He stops, pausing for a moment to catch his breath, when suddenly, a crossbow bolt strikes the ground beside him, having missed by only an inch. The man curses loudly as he resumes running, heading towards the tavern as another bolt is fired, striking true this time as it buries itself in his arm.

 Roman looks up from his reading (Vampire cleric-fighter character from earlier) "Oh señores, ayúdanos" he says and stands up

 *See above, the two buff bois beat the ship out of them, currently have them knocked out in the safe zone*

 *-confusion-*

 The attacker and the man are both unconcious on the ground thanks to the efforts of the massive dragon, and yekel

 Roman happens upon them during his evening walk. He tilts his head, trying to determine if they should be drained or not

 The attacker or just arandom person to roman, is dressed head to toe, completely covered, a white blank mask covering their face

The man is dressed in a buisness suit, with a briefcase shackled to his wrist

 He picks up and attacker and pries off the mask from the man, his golden eyes narrow in the moonlight.

Roman looks back at the man in the business suit and snaps his fingers in front of the man's face "You awake ese?"

 The dragon, Phantomizakell, lands in front of Roman and the two unconscious people. "Don't do try anything sir" 

*Phantom does have truesight*

 Roman looks the dragon up and down before completely ignoring the dragon

 The tip of the dragon's tail, which is a large bone blade about as long as Roman is tall, stabs the ground inches away from him.

Phantom's eyes and hands begin glowing with a holy light. "Step away from them. You will not be feasting on these people today."