The Tavern at the End of the World

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* Alle sind jetzt weg. Sehr traurig.*

 *You're german?*

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* Alle sind jetzt weg. Sehr traurig.*

 *You're german?*

 *Yes and no, on my mothers side I am, on my fathers, im Russian. I don't speak German however (For what I said, I wrote in translator) I can speak Russian however*

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 *Perfect*

"Alright, I'll start off with something simple Frostbite. It's a short-range cantrip that harms and slows the reflexes of the target." Soldaer starts chanting, the chant almost sounding a little like a prayer. A few seconds later, a small bolt shoots out from Soldaer's hand and hits one of the dummies, quickly coating it in a layer of bluish ice.

 "Woah, ya made it frozen!" Avery claps, having not seen that cantrip before

 "Indeed." The frost quickly melts, leaving some minor damage to the target behind. 

"Here's a harmless, but sometimes fun one. It's called Druidcraft." Soldaer spots an unopened flower about 10 ft. away, and fixes his gaze on it. "Watch that flower bud," he tells Avery. With that, he start chanting once again, his gaze fixed on the flower. When he finishes chanting, the flower slowly opens, revealing a beautiful deep red lily with a yellow throat.

 "That particular spell also has a few other uses, including being able to predict the weather."

 "Seems super useful," Avery nods, looking at the sky, "Could prepare for a storm."

 "Well, let's see what the weather holds for tomorrow, shall we?" Soldaer repeats the same chant, this time focused on the sky. When he finishes, a small golden sphere appears in the air, about 10 ft above his head. "Looks like it's supposed to be nice and sunny out tomorrow."

Soldaer reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small piece of moonstone. "This is called a star map, and I will show you why later. For now though, it is a necessary component for the next spell I want to show you: Guiding Bolt." With that, Soldaer starts chanting once again. As he's chanting, the moonstone begins to glow, seemingly from the inside. When he finishes chanting, the glow suddenly flares, and a brilliant bolt of pure whitish-gold radiance flies out, striking one of the target dummies dead center with a bright flash. When the flash is gone, there's a small burn mark that seems to be glowing slightly, although it fades rather quickly.

 "Woah...... thats so cool! It left like a burning thing??" Avery says, looking closely at the dummy that was hit

*Morning Everyone!* 

"Yeah, I guess it did. Usually, I'm too busy in battle to notice what that particular spell actually does to the target. Interesting."

"Well, on to some other spells" Soldaer says with a smile. "This next one requires something a little more interesting, namely something metal to properly demonstrate."  Saying that, he pulls a dagger seemingly from nowhere, and throws it into the target dummy. "This is a very fun one called Heat Metal."

 *Morning.*

"YOu've never taken time to know what the spell does fully?" Avery asks

*Good morning humanoids, and chris,*

Avery is watching Soldaer cast spells

Azazel is drinking a large amount of coffee

Alaric is going to intro someone

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*TIME FOR ECHOLLIS*

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A man flipped through a book as he walked along the water-soaked muddy trail. His boots occasionally getting stained with the mud then quickly dried as they squished into the mud below them. The forest was covered in a warm morning mist as the world around it awoke water clung to every flower petal, every leaf, anything it could get its misty hands on. Birds chirped their morning song as the man passed by.

The man wore a white button-up dress shirt with beige vest over top of it and a dark brown coat over top of that. His long black trousers seemed to not have a single spot of dirt upon them. He had short, light brown hair that, when it caught the sunlight, turned a red brown in color. His warm grey eyes scanned over the pages of the book he held.

He muttered to himself as he read the passages of the book, whose title read as follows. “The summer prince and the winter fey”.

After a few minutes of muttering and reading to himself, the man shut the book and stuck it inside his satchel. He stopped abruptly in the path and held up his hands to air, pointing his fingers forwards. He made the shape of a rectangle, just big enough for him to fit through, in the air. The shape suddenly began to glow a pale blue and wavered like water upon a lakes surface.

 He smiled to himself, silently pleased with how that spell turned out. As he kept a tight grip upon his satchel, he walked forward into the now opened portal which snapped shut behind him as he entered the world beyond it.

 A man walked in. He stood about 6'0 feet tall and was dressed in a dapper way. He wore a white, button-up, long sleeved dress shirt, a grey vest over top of that, and a dark brown leather coat. He had short red-brown hair that, when it caught the sunlight, shone like nothing else. His warm grey eyes seemed to be scanning over the tavern's patrons as he walked to a table in the far back. A bag of holding stayed strapped around his hand and shoulder, bouncing slightly with every step the man took. 

He took a seat, far far away from anyone. 

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 *Perfect*

"Alright, I'll start off with something simple Frostbite. It's a short-range cantrip that harms and slows the reflexes of the target." Soldaer starts chanting, the chant almost sounding a little like a prayer. A few seconds later, a small bolt shoots out from Soldaer's hand and hits one of the dummies, quickly coating it in a layer of bluish ice.

 "Woah, ya made it frozen!" Avery claps, having not seen that cantrip before

 "Indeed." The frost quickly melts, leaving some minor damage to the target behind. 

"Here's a harmless, but sometimes fun one. It's called Druidcraft." Soldaer spots an unopened flower about 10 ft. away, and fixes his gaze on it. "Watch that flower bud," he tells Avery. With that, he start chanting once again, his gaze fixed on the flower. When he finishes chanting, the flower slowly opens, revealing a beautiful deep red lily with a yellow throat.

 "That particular spell also has a few other uses, including being able to predict the weather."

 "Seems super useful," Avery nods, looking at the sky, "Could prepare for a storm."

 "Well, let's see what the weather holds for tomorrow, shall we?" Soldaer repeats the same chant, this time focused on the sky. When he finishes, a small golden sphere appears in the air, about 10 ft above his head. "Looks like it's supposed to be nice and sunny out tomorrow."

Soldaer reaches into his pocket, and pulls out a small piece of moonstone. "This is called a star map, and I will show you why later. For now though, it is a necessary component for the next spell I want to show you: Guiding Bolt." With that, Soldaer starts chanting once again. As he's chanting, the moonstone begins to glow, seemingly from the inside. When he finishes chanting, the glow suddenly flares, and a brilliant bolt of pure whitish-gold radiance flies out, striking one of the target dummies dead center with a bright flash. When the flash is gone, there's a small burn mark that seems to be glowing slightly, although it fades rather quickly.

 "Woah...... thats so cool! It left like a burning thing??" Avery says, looking closely at the dummy that was hit

*Morning Everyone!* 

"Yeah, I guess it did. Usually, I'm too busy in battle to notice what that particular spell actually does to the target. Interesting."

"Well, on to some other spells" Soldaer says with a smile. "This next one requires something a little more interesting, namely something metal to properly demonstrate."  Saying that, he pulls a dagger seemingly from nowhere, and throws it into the target dummy. "This is a very fun one called Heat Metal."

 *Morning.*

"YOu've never taken time to know what the spell does fully?" Avery asks

 "Not really." Soldaer shrugs. "As I said, most of the time I'm in combat situations when I'm casting that spell."

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*TIME FOR ECHOLLIS*

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A man flipped through a book as he walked along the water-soaked muddy trail. His boots occasionally getting stained with the mud then quickly dried as they squished into the mud below them. The forest was covered in a warm morning mist as the world around it awoke water clung to every flower petal, every leaf, anything it could get its misty hands on. Birds chirped their morning song as the man passed by.

The man wore a white button-up dress shirt with beige vest over top of it and a dark brown coat over top of that. His long black trousers seemed to not have a single spot of dirt upon them. He had short, light brown hair that, when it caught the sunlight, turned a red brown in color. His warm grey eyes scanned over the pages of the book he held.

He muttered to himself as he read the passages of the book, whose title read as follows. “The summer prince and the winter fey”.

After a few minutes of muttering and reading to himself, the man shut the book and stuck it inside his satchel. He stopped abruptly in the path and held up his hands to air, pointing his fingers forwards. He made the shape of a rectangle, just big enough for him to fit through, in the air. The shape suddenly began to glow a pale blue and wavered like water upon a lakes surface.

 He smiled to himself, silently pleased with how that spell turned out. As he kept a tight grip upon his satchel, he walked forward into the now opened portal which snapped shut behind him as he entered the world beyond it.

 A man walked in. He stood about 6'0 feet tall and was dressed in a dapper way. He wore a white, button-up, long sleeved dress shirt, a grey vest over top of that, and a dark brown leather coat. He had short red-brown hair that, when it caught the sunlight, shone like nothing else. His warm grey eyes seemed to be scanning over the tavern's patrons as he walked to a table in the far back. A bag of holding stayed strapped around his hand and shoulder, bouncing slightly with every step the man took. 

He took a seat, far far away from anyone.