The Tavern at the End of the World

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*Morning! I honestly haven't been on a lot over the weekends*

Damien is walking through the forest, looking for the nearest town to buy supplies, "I should have brought a map, where the hell am i?"

Hunter is tinkering with his weapons, shifting their weight to better suit his fighting style

Poppy is running around the fields, wooping as they displace the tall grass

 Lore was inside, curled up in blankets. Her dogs was curled up next to her happily. 

Anson was sleeping outside in the sun like a cat.

Palath was talking to Morto

 Hunter walks over and pets nicky

 Lore makes a groaning sounds. "when did you wake up.."

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*Morning! I honestly haven't been on a lot over the weekends*

Damien is walking through the forest, looking for the nearest town to buy supplies, "I should have brought a map, where the hell am i?"

Hunter is tinkering with his weapons, shifting their weight to better suit his fighting style

Poppy is running around the fields, wooping as they displace the tall grass

 Lore was inside, curled up in blankets. Her dogs was curled up next to her happily. 

Anson was sleeping outside in the sun like a cat.

Palath was talking to Morto

 Hunter walks over and pets nicky

 Lore makes a groaning sounds. "when did you wake up.."

 "I do not sleep, so i'd say around 100 years ago."

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*Gonna deactivate Zylna for a bit to bring this character back. I doubt y'all remember Morto Vivo, hopefully the image will jog some memory.*

An extremely pale woman walks in. She is 5'6, has on a white coat that has a white feathery trim, a loose, black shirt is underneath, she has on some tight black pants and some black thigh-high heels. Her right hand has on a thin, black glove. Her hair is very wild and white, with a small black hat on top. Her eyes are like small pools of bright blue water, her pupils surprisingly overtaken by them. She also has on some black lipstick, and her bare left hand had black, shiny nail polish.

 

 She makes her way over to a table and starts writing in a book with a white leather cover and black paper pages with white ink.

 the Goliath, who had walked in mere moments ago, walks over and watches the book and writing. He raises an eyebrow in confusion. 

 Every line seems to be written in a different language, sometimes every other word is in a different language. There were also various diagrams of various things, such as anatomy. Occaisionally there were what appeared to be unnecessary scribbles and shapes.  She looks up at him and smiled. "Hello! May I help you?"

 he waves "hi!" He says with a grin "I'm Palath" he responded

 "I'm Dr. Morto Vivo! Nice to meet you."

 'same to you" he said "so your a doctor? What field of medicine?"

 

 "I study Thanatology as well as Necromancy! I have a few years experience as a field medic as well."

 "ah, the forbidden magic eh?" He asked and chuckled a bit "most of those I believe are in jail??? Do you guys go to jail?"

 "Necromancy isn't a 'forbidden' or 'illegal' magic, it's just generally feared because the wrong people use it. The ones that get jailed either deserved it, or the people who jailed them were wrongfully afraid."

 'ah" he said, pulling out a small journal. He began writing in it. He smiled "I like to take notes on the world around me"

 Her eyes widened and her smile stretched inhumanly wide. "Really? I do the same!"

 He chuckled "great minds think alike" he smiled

 She grabbed her book and flipped over a bunch of filled pages to a blank one. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Without bothering to wait for a response, her questions fired off like a machine gun. "What's you blood type? What is your diet like? How well would you say your hygiene is? How much sleep do you get on average? Have you ever been dead and been revived and/or resurrected? If so, what was the other side like? Do you have any mental illnesses? If so, which ones? Have you ever been nearly fatally injured in some sort of battle? If so, could you give me some details? How often do you fight? What is your condition often like after a fight? Have someone close to you died? If so, have you ever seen their spirit or other sign from them? Do you know what it's like to be in a dragon's stomach? If so, could you give me some details? Do you have a childhood history of bad luck?"

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*Morning! I honestly haven't been on a lot over the weekends*

Damien is walking through the forest, looking for the nearest town to buy supplies, "I should have brought a map, where the hell am i?"

Hunter is tinkering with his weapons, shifting their weight to better suit his fighting style

Poppy is running around the fields, wooping as they displace the tall grass

 Lore was inside, curled up in blankets. Her dogs was curled up next to her happily. 

Anson was sleeping outside in the sun like a cat.

Palath was talking to Morto

 Hunter walks over and pets nicky

 Lore makes a groaning sounds. "when did you wake up.."

 "I do not sleep, so i'd say around 100 years ago."

 'you... Know what I meant" she said and smacked his hand. 

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*Morning! I honestly haven't been on a lot over the weekends*

Damien is walking through the forest, looking for the nearest town to buy supplies, "I should have brought a map, where the hell am i?"

Hunter is tinkering with his weapons, shifting their weight to better suit his fighting style

Poppy is running around the fields, wooping as they displace the tall grass

 Lore was inside, curled up in blankets. Her dogs was curled up next to her happily. 

Anson was sleeping outside in the sun like a cat.

Palath was talking to Morto

 Hunter walks over and pets nicky

 Lore makes a groaning sounds. "when did you wake up.."

 "I do not sleep, so i'd say around 100 years ago."

 'you... Know what I meant" she said and smacked his hand. 

 Hunter thinks for a moment, then pets lore aswell, "I exited my last diagnostic check around an hour ago."

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*Gonna deactivate Zylna for a bit to bring this character back. I doubt y'all remember Morto Vivo, hopefully the image will jog some memory.*

An extremely pale woman walks in. She is 5'6, has on a white coat that has a white feathery trim, a loose, black shirt is underneath, she has on some tight black pants and some black thigh-high heels. Her right hand has on a thin, black glove. Her hair is very wild and white, with a small black hat on top. Her eyes are like small pools of bright blue water, her pupils surprisingly overtaken by them. She also has on some black lipstick, and her bare left hand had black, shiny nail polish.

 

 She makes her way over to a table and starts writing in a book with a white leather cover and black paper pages with white ink.

 the Goliath, who had walked in mere moments ago, walks over and watches the book and writing. He raises an eyebrow in confusion. 

 Every line seems to be written in a different language, sometimes every other word is in a different language. There were also various diagrams of various things, such as anatomy. Occaisionally there were what appeared to be unnecessary scribbles and shapes.  She looks up at him and smiled. "Hello! May I help you?"

 he waves "hi!" He says with a grin "I'm Palath" he responded

 "I'm Dr. Morto Vivo! Nice to meet you."

 'same to you" he said "so your a doctor? What field of medicine?"

 

 "I study Thanatology as well as Necromancy! I have a few years experience as a field medic as well."

 "ah, the forbidden magic eh?" He asked and chuckled a bit "most of those I believe are in jail??? Do you guys go to jail?"

 "Necromancy isn't a 'forbidden' or 'illegal' magic, it's just generally feared because the wrong people use it. The ones that get jailed either deserved it, or the people who jailed them were wrongfully afraid."

 'ah" he said, pulling out a small journal. He began writing in it. He smiled "I like to take notes on the world around me"

 Her eyes widened and her smile stretched inhumanly wide. "Really? I do the same!"

 He chuckled "great minds think alike" he smiled

 She grabbed her book and flipped over a bunch of filled pages to a blank one. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?" Without bothering to wait for a response, her questions fired off like a machine gun. "What's you blood type? What is your diet like? How well would you say your hygiene is? How much sleep do you get on average? Have you ever been dead and been revived and/or resurrected? If so, what was the other side like? Do you have any mental illnesses? If so, which ones? Have you ever been nearly fatally injured in some sort of battle? If so, could you give me some details? How often do you fight? What is your condition often like after a fight? Have someone close to you died? If so, have you ever seen their spirit or other sign from them? Do you know what it's like to be in a dragon's stomach? If so, could you give me some details? Do you have a childhood history of bad luck?"