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#31787 Mar 23, 2022

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Sharlene is working out.

Wolfe is drinking coffee.

Taceli is waking up.

Samuel walks outside holding a number of explosives in his arms.

*Meh, should have specified where she was.*

She's using a tree trunk as a dumbell.

"Um miss? Do you know where I could test these." Samuel asks nervously.

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#31788 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

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#31789 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

You're selling drugs?

Memories... for those who want to look back on their livesss

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

#31790 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

You're selling drugs?

Memories... for those who want to look back on their livesss

And the first hit is free, then you gotta pay?

#31791 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

"drink it..." it said

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

#31792 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

"drink it..." it said

She opens the bottle and smells the brim briefly before downing a mouthful of the memory.

*Silly me, I thought she was going to have to inhale it.*

Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

You're selling drugs?

Memories... for those who want to look back on their livesss

And the first hit is free, then you gotta pay?

Some might want to keep reliving their memories...

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

#31795 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

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#31796 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

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#31797 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

"drink it..." it said

She opens the bottle and smells the brim briefly before downing a mouthful of the memory.

*Silly me, I thought she was going to have to inhale it.*

She goes back into the recesses of her memories, remembering a time when she was small and still a child.

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

#31798 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

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#31799 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

"drink it..." it said

She opens the bottle and smells the brim briefly before downing a mouthful of the memory.

*Silly me, I thought she was going to have to inhale it.*

She goes back into the recesses of her memories, remembering a time when she was small and still a child.

Tears mist up her eyes slightly, "I remember," she says faintly, more to herself than anyone else in particular, "Mum and Da and... morning glory. Our house was covered with it." Then the emotion subsides slightly and she wipes her eyes. "More." she says flatly.

*She might get addicted to this...*

Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

"drink it..." it said

She opens the bottle and smells the brim briefly before downing a mouthful of the memory.

*Silly me, I thought she was going to have to inhale it.*

She goes back into the recesses of her memories, remembering a time when she was small and still a child.

Tears mist up her eyes slightly, "I remember," she says faintly, more to herself than anyone else in particular, "Mum and Da and... morning glory. Our house was covered with it." Then the emotion subsides slightly and she wipes her eyes. "More." she says flatly.

*She might get addicted to this...*

His shoulder to shake lightly like he is laughing. "not everyone is good dear" he rasped "Even i cannot tell if one is good or sad".

𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙

𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘

#31802 Mar 23, 2022

ItsNotAChest

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*Fun fact: There is actually no effective difference in the brain between alcohol and inhibitory narcotics. Both work the same way, by mimicking certain neurotransmitters in order to block the production of other neurotransmitters. This reduces the number of times the axons fire. Put simply, it makes you think less and more slowly. Inhibitory narcotics just do it better and faster.*

Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"

#31803 Mar 23, 2022

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*Fun fact: There is actually no effective difference in the brain between alcohol and inhibitory narcotics. Both work the same way, by mimicking certain neurotransmitters in order to block the production of other neurotransmitters. This reduces the number of times the axons fire. Put simply, it makes you think less and more slowly. Inhibitory narcotics just do it better and faster.*

*I never intend to use either. I like my neurotransmitters.*

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#31804 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"

#31805 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

A tall lanky creature walks in. It stands almost 7 feet tall and wears a long, jade green cloak with darker green edging, a wide brimmed black straw hat over its masked face that is covered with a thick mesh wiring mask, and a small glass charms that cover its body in some sort of jewelry. It's lanky body walks over to a table and sits down in a awkward manner. It pulls out a thick satchel and starts to produce thick glass bottles filled with some sort of white-blue smoke. Its thin, lanky, black skinned hands examine each bottle, holding its content to the masked face to look at before setting it back down with a small price tag tied around the bottle. It leaves out a sign that says "Bottled Memories".

Adder was hiding in the rafters, he was counting gold he stole from patrons of said tavern. He hummed happily.

Tara walks over, interested more in the fact that some dude figured out how to sell memories. She chuckles, "I've seen some shady businessmen in my time - trust me, I worked for some of them - but this has to be the shadiest operation I've ever seen."

It blows out a thick stream of black smoke from its meshed wire mask, the smoke smelled of Dark ichor. "I have ways" the creature rasped

Smelling the smoke, she says, "Aaaaah I see." she looks over the memory bottles. "What are these memories of, exactly."

"Anything or anyone. i have millions of them" he said and gestured to his bag, which looked like the bag of holding. It dipped its head "I might have one for you or your friends..."

She chuckles, "Now that is creepy. And also a very cool idea." She looks around the Tavern, "But there's nobody here I really need to know more about." She shrugs, "Let's see if you have one of mine."

*If he's demonic, he might notice something about Jim..."

He has many bottles, some are labeled with the names of people of the tavern. He seems very still while watching her.

*He is a Wind Demon named Zepyher*

She looks around for one with her own name.

*He's a memory salesman, so he should be able to tell. I'll PM you with the details.*

*Kay*

There was one written in thick ink hand writing that said "Tara".

She points at it, "How much for this one?"

"....... free... the first one will be... if you want the rest, you can pay" it rasps

She takes the memory off the counter and looks it over curiously, "How do I see the memory?" she asks

"drink it..." it said

She opens the bottle and smells the brim briefly before downing a mouthful of the memory.

*Silly me, I thought she was going to have to inhale it.*

She goes back into the recesses of her memories, remembering a time when she was small and still a child.

Tears mist up her eyes slightly, "I remember," she says faintly, more to herself than anyone else in particular, "Mum and Da and... morning glory. Our house was covered with it." Then the emotion subsides slightly and she wipes her eyes. "More." she says flatly.

*She might get addicted to this...*

His shoulder to shake lightly like he is laughing. "not everyone is good dear" he rasped "Even i cannot tell if one is good or sad".

"I don't care. I have money. More."

Hi, I am not a chest. I deny with 100% certainty that I am a chest. I can neither confirm nor deny what I am beyond that.

I used to portray Krathian, Q'ilbrith, Jim, Tara, Turin, Nathan, Tench, Finn, Alvin, and other characters in various taverns.

I also do homebrew, check out my Spells and Magic Items

"That is not dead which can eternal lie, and with strange eons, even death may die"

#31806 Mar 23, 2022

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*Ayo good morning Fairview*

Frathian is still looking for instructions

Tara is sitting by the fireplace, occasionally throwing in a paper from a stack next to her, whistling a jaunty tune as she does

Jim is cooking a three-course meal. He's just bringing a huge plate of the appetizer out now, a dish of his own invention. Crab and Lobster stuffed fried cheese pockets. He puts them on a table in the middle of the tavern, with a sign that says "Plees, tayk sum" in crude handwriting in common. (He never learned to write all that well. He then sets back to work making more appetizers and the soup.

Sharlene walks up to the table, looking the dish over. "Hm, seems good." She starts eating some.

They are very good. While the Xanathar's tastes were very strange, Jim also cooked for some of the other heads of the syndicate, whose taste in food was surprisingly normal. If he failed to make something they enjoyed, they would've killed him. Jim is still alive. Living on Waterdeep harbor, he had access to some of the best fishing and crabbing produce, and he developed skills to match it. He comes out of the kitchen with a wicker basket of calamari and shrimp, placing it on the same table. "How are they?" he asks, nervously picking at a claw.

She smiled. "They're pretty good, Scaredy cat."

He smiles slightly, "Thanks, good to know I still remember some stuff."

She grabs a shrimp. "Glad ya do, the other food here would have gotten pretty boring soon."

He chuckles, headed back to the kitchen, "Prolly would've. Is there anythin' specific I can make for ye?"

"Nah, make whatever." She takes the tail off and pops it into her mouth.

"Aight" he comes out a moment later with a platter which is laden with numerous generously portioned bowls of lobster bisque, into each is stuck a thick slice of recently baked, skillet-toasted, and buttered french bread. He also brings out cocktail sauce, honey mustard, and a garlic aioli to dip the previously listed appetizers in.

"Oh, seems good. Should I go ahead and sit down?"

He shrugs, "If ye wish, there's more comin' I ain't even got to the entree yet."

"I ain't gonna save any for others, just warning ya."

He chuckles, "That's fine," He looks around at the various patrons of the tavern, speaking with each other or conducting their business, "There ain't really many people here for the food." He pulls a sea-green bottle wrapped in fishnet out of his jacket and pours some of its contents into two wine glasses. "Wine with ginger and cloves, with a dash of brine."

She grabs one, sitting down. "Thanks for the meal, scaredy cat." She tilted it in a cheers and sipped some, then started eating.

"M'pleasure Sharlene." he heads back to the kitchen. "What've ye been up to lately?"

"Nothin much, upping my workouts to pass the time. Attempting to get drunk sometimes." She dipped a shrimp into the cocktail sauce, then ate it.

It feels like fireworks on her tongue, instantly soothed by the cool, smooth, savory flavor of the shrimp. He chuckles, "Sounds like you. Ye ever think o' takin' a job ta use that brawn?"

She shrugged, starting on the lobster brisque. "I tried once, too easy."

He chuckles, viciously chopping at something with a kitchen knife then slapping it on a grill. "Sounds like you, how about working as a bouncer," he tosses his knife in the air, flips something on the grill, and catches it as it comes back down, giving it a brief twirl. He lightly indicates the door with his knife, "The tavern could use one."

She shrugged. "I've been thinking about it, this place seems to attract powerful beings."

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