The Tavern at the End of the World

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 "If you use that spell to bring her back to life, I will bind her soul to the Hells. That is a heinous magic that you want to preform." Spawn begins scowling again, his glowing green eyes begin smoking as well. "If care about her that much, I can raise her back to life..."

Spawn outstretches a clawed hand, casting true resurrection on Alison. 

 "Are you threatening me hell spawn?"

 "No. I was making a promise."

 Alric keeps a firm grip on his warhammer.

 "Why is your kind so quick to anger?" Spawn grumbles. "You're all demonic, one way or another."

*And deleting Rusty 'cause why not*

Zylna is nowhere to be seen. *Found a job, deactivated 'till tomorrow*

Sharlene is back, she's currently drinking.

Wolfe is playing some music.

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 "If you use that spell to bring her back to life, I will bind her soul to the Hells. That is a heinous magic that you want to preform." Spawn begins scowling again, his glowing green eyes begin smoking as well. "If care about her that much, I can raise her back to life..."

Spawn outstretches a clawed hand, casting true resurrection on Alison. 

 "Are you threatening me hell spawn?"

 "No. I was making a promise."

 Alric keeps a firm grip on his warhammer.

 "Why is your kind so quick to anger?" Spawn grumbles. "You're all demonic, one way or another."

 "You shouldn't threaten a dwarf. We have long memories." Alric walks off.

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 "If you use that spell to bring her back to life, I will bind her soul to the Hells. That is a heinous magic that you want to preform." Spawn begins scowling again, his glowing green eyes begin smoking as well. "If care about her that much, I can raise her back to life..."

Spawn outstretches a clawed hand, casting true resurrection on Alison. 

 "Are you threatening me hell spawn?"

 "No. I was making a promise."

 Alric keeps a firm grip on his warhammer.

 "Why is your kind so quick to anger?" Spawn grumbles. "You're all demonic, one way or another."

 he gets whacked in the head by a sapling with many sharpend butterknives attached to it

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Suddenly, the door of the tavern is kicked open violently. In walks Krathian carrying what appears to be a body in a dark black cloth. His cane is under his arm and his hat is cocked on his head. He looks tired as if he had been crying, but his face is set grim. A new, black tattoo that looks like a five-pointed eye is on the back of his neck. His coat has a tear in the jacket. He sets the body on his table and stares at it for a moment before asking whether there was an experienced cleric or necromancer in the tavern.

 Avery looks at the body, a bit concerned, "Have they walked the metaphorical plank?"

 Ares appears out of nowhere. "Kinda insensitive dont you think?"

 "How so?"

 "Well obviously whoever or whatever is under the cloth was close to him so therefore he may be sad about the thing." Ares says while glancing at the body.

 Krathian politely clears his throat to get things back on topic. "This is sort of urgent."

 Ares looks up quickly. "What do you need?"

He places a black glass bottle on the table. "A simple resurrection. I came close to selling my soul for this opportunity so don't screw it up." He says calmly.

 Ares raises his hands. "I dont know resurrection but I know a dwarf who does."

[Im disabling Eldrin to bring back Alric!]

 "Get him here for Moradin's sake then." He continues to rub the back of his neck, now harder than before.

 "Already here lad." An old dwarf with a black beard and a limp walks up to the table. "May I see the poor creature or person?"

By way of response, Krathian takes off the cloth covering, revealing Allison Vanderguard's broken body. "Here is the soul," he says, handing it to Alric. "Do what you can for her, please," he says. 

 Alric nods. "Good thing I've never used this wish spell. Pelor give me strength."

 "No." Spawn interjects. "For every wish, there is always a side effect. You wish her to life, someone you love dies. You wish to be rich, your friends become poor. You wish for eternal life, you take the lives of those you touch."

 Alric scoffs

 "If you use that spell to bring her back to life, I will bind her soul to the Hells. That is a heinous magic that you want to preform." Spawn begins scowling again, his glowing green eyes begin smoking as well. "If care about her that much, I can raise her back to life..."

Spawn outstretches a clawed hand, casting true resurrection on Alison. 

 The elfin body restored, her neck and hands which had been snapped and ripped open were repaired. Her eyes were no longer a soulless black color. A few seconds went by before she gasped for breath and sat up. She quickly moved her hair out of the way as she coughed up black fluid from the recesses of her lungs.

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Suddenly, the door of the tavern is kicked open violently. In walks Krathian carrying what appears to be a body in a dark black cloth. His cane is under his arm and his hat is cocked on his head. He looks tired as if he had been crying, but his face is set grim. A new, black tattoo that looks like a five-pointed eye is on the back of his neck. His coat has a tear in the jacket. He sets the body on his table and stares at it for a moment before asking whether there was an experienced cleric or necromancer in the tavern.

 Avery looks at the body, a bit concerned, "Have they walked the metaphorical plank?"

 Ares appears out of nowhere. "Kinda insensitive dont you think?"

 "How so?"

 "Well obviously whoever or whatever is under the cloth was close to him so therefore he may be sad about the thing." Ares says while glancing at the body.

 Krathian politely clears his throat to get things back on topic. "This is sort of urgent."

 Ares looks up quickly. "What do you need?"

He places a black glass bottle on the table. "A simple resurrection. I came close to selling my soul for this opportunity so don't screw it up." He says calmly.

 Ares raises his hands. "I dont know resurrection but I know a dwarf who does."

[Im disabling Eldrin to bring back Alric!]

 "Get him here for Moradin's sake then." He continues to rub the back of his neck, now harder than before.

 "Already here lad." An old dwarf with a black beard and a limp walks up to the table. "May I see the poor creature or person?"

By way of response, Krathian takes off the cloth covering, revealing Allison Vanderguard's broken body. "Here is the soul," he says, handing it to Alric. "Do what you can for her, please," he says. 

 Alric nods. "Good thing I've never used this wish spell. Pelor give me strength."

 "No." Spawn interjects. "For every wish, there is always a side effect. You wish her to life, someone you love dies. You wish to be rich, your friends become poor. You wish for eternal life, you take the lives of those you touch."

 Alric scoffs

 "If you use that spell to bring her back to life, I will bind her soul to the Hells. That is a heinous magic that you want to preform." Spawn begins scowling again, his glowing green eyes begin smoking as well. "If care about her that much, I can raise her back to life..."

Spawn outstretches a clawed hand, casting true resurrection on Alison. 

 The elfin body restored, her neck and hands which had been snapped and ripped open were repaired. Her eyes were no longer a soulless black color. A few seconds went by before she gasped for breath and sat up. She quickly moved her hair out of the way as she coughed up black fluid from the recesses of her lungs.