The Tavern at the End of the World

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 She looks down the hole, focusing on the glowing. "I'm guessing that's what you're getting?"

 He nods and hooks his grappling hook into a tree and secures it. He throws the rope downwards into the pit and begins climbing down.

 She hops down, falling past him and grabbing the rope below him, sliding the rest of the way down the hole.

Athletics: 26 

Acrobatics: 25 

 He rolls his eyes and lowers himself to the ground. Around them is Orange pulsing flowers that look like sunflowers with a disturbing aura to them. Stroth puts on gloves and pulls out a small kit. He puts a black piece of cloth over his mouth and nose and pulls out a syringe and four vials. He looks around one last time before lighting a a lantern, around them are not just flowers but skeletons piled upon each other. Stroth bites his lip "This is it..." he mutters.

 Zylna walks over to one of the skeletons and plays kickball with a skull.

 Stroth was to busy to lecture Zylna about what she was doing. He kneeled down to a flower and poked the syringe directly in the center of it. He drained about a third of glowing liquid into a vial and went on to the next one. Each one he drain, began to wither and die.

 "Hey. If they're so important, why don't you start growing them personally. Like a... what's the word?... boatanist? Rotanist? Botanist! Like a botanist."

 "Because then i would need dead bodies of the evil alignment and its much easier to get them from gravesites and old churches." he said, now having two fully filled vials.

 "There's nothing wrong with a bit of grave robbing." She kicks the skull like a soccer ball, sending it flying into a wall.

 Morbius catches the skull before it hits the wall. "That's where you're wrong." He grunts. "What's your business here?"

 Stroth grumbled "Flower hunting"

 "Mhm..." Morbius huffs sarcastically. "I suggest you leave. Now. Desecrating a grave site is pretty scummy." He folds his arms with anticipation.  

"Mn, Very well, Im already done collecting what I need" he said and pocketed the vials of pulsing orange fluid.

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Lily is gathering her things, polishing a very nice looking rifle.

 Theren walks over to her his boots slightly dirty.

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 She looks down the hole, focusing on the glowing. "I'm guessing that's what you're getting?"

 He nods and hooks his grappling hook into a tree and secures it. He throws the rope downwards into the pit and begins climbing down.

 She hops down, falling past him and grabbing the rope below him, sliding the rest of the way down the hole.

Athletics: 26 

Acrobatics: 25 

 He rolls his eyes and lowers himself to the ground. Around them is Orange pulsing flowers that look like sunflowers with a disturbing aura to them. Stroth puts on gloves and pulls out a small kit. He puts a black piece of cloth over his mouth and nose and pulls out a syringe and four vials. He looks around one last time before lighting a a lantern, around them are not just flowers but skeletons piled upon each other. Stroth bites his lip "This is it..." he mutters.

 Zylna walks over to one of the skeletons and plays kickball with a skull.

 Stroth was to busy to lecture Zylna about what she was doing. He kneeled down to a flower and poked the syringe directly in the center of it. He drained about a third of glowing liquid into a vial and went on to the next one. Each one he drain, began to wither and die.

 "Hey. If they're so important, why don't you start growing them personally. Like a... what's the word?... boatanist? Rotanist? Botanist! Like a botanist."

 "Because then i would need dead bodies of the evil alignment and its much easier to get them from gravesites and old churches." he said, now having two fully filled vials.

 "There's nothing wrong with a bit of grave robbing." She kicks the skull like a soccer ball, sending it flying into a wall.

 Morbius catches the skull before it hits the wall. "That's where you're wrong." He grunts. "What's your business here?"

 Stroth grumbled "Flower hunting"

 "Mhm..." Morbius huffs sarcastically. "I suggest you leave. Now. Desecrating a grave site is pretty scummy." He folds his arms with anticipation.  

"Mn, Very well, Im already done collecting what I need" he said and pocketed the vials of pulsing orange fluid.

 Morbius raises an eyebrow, "Don't be stupid. I'd hate to severe your pretty head from your shoulders." Morbius grumbles before stalking off, disappearing into the dark.

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Lily is gathering her things, polishing a very nice looking rifle.

 Alec looks up from his meal and cleans off his hands and mouth. He walks over and points to the gun "What type?"

 "It's a DMR-7." Lily states broadly. "I'm a sharpshooter."

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 She looks down the hole, focusing on the glowing. "I'm guessing that's what you're getting?"

 He nods and hooks his grappling hook into a tree and secures it. He throws the rope downwards into the pit and begins climbing down.

 She hops down, falling past him and grabbing the rope below him, sliding the rest of the way down the hole.

Athletics: 26 

Acrobatics: 25 

 He rolls his eyes and lowers himself to the ground. Around them is Orange pulsing flowers that look like sunflowers with a disturbing aura to them. Stroth puts on gloves and pulls out a small kit. He puts a black piece of cloth over his mouth and nose and pulls out a syringe and four vials. He looks around one last time before lighting a a lantern, around them are not just flowers but skeletons piled upon each other. Stroth bites his lip "This is it..." he mutters.

 Zylna walks over to one of the skeletons and plays kickball with a skull.

 Stroth was to busy to lecture Zylna about what she was doing. He kneeled down to a flower and poked the syringe directly in the center of it. He drained about a third of glowing liquid into a vial and went on to the next one. Each one he drain, began to wither and die.

 "Hey. If they're so important, why don't you start growing them personally. Like a... what's the word?... boatanist? Rotanist? Botanist! Like a botanist."

 "Because then i would need dead bodies of the evil alignment and its much easier to get them from gravesites and old churches." he said, now having two fully filled vials.

 "There's nothing wrong with a bit of grave robbing." She kicks the skull like a soccer ball, sending it flying into a wall.

 Morbius catches the skull before it hits the wall. "That's where you're wrong." He grunts. "What's your business here?"

 Stroth grumbled "Flower hunting"

 "Mhm..." Morbius huffs sarcastically. "I suggest you leave. Now. Desecrating a grave site is pretty scummy." He folds his arms with anticipation.  

"Mn, Very well, Im already done collecting what I need" he said and pocketed the vials of pulsing orange fluid.

 Morbius raises an eyebrow, "Don't be stupid. I'd hate to severe your pretty head from your shoulders." Morbius grumbles before stalking off, disappearing into the dark.