The Tavern at the End of the World

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Taceli is drinking as much as she can right now.

Sharlene is suplexing a 20th wolf. She has almost single-handedly suplexed most of the wolf population in the forest.

Wolfe is taking a nap at the bar after drinking a lot.

 

 *Old dwarf advice timeeee*

Alric walks up to her with his pipe in his mouth. "Whats wrong little dragon?"

 She doesn't answer, only finishes another mug of ale.

 Alric sits down across from her. "Now now. Drinks can only solve so much."

 "They help the pain, though..." 

 "Only for a little while though."

 "Better than nothing..."

 "But talking can get rid of the pain."

 "I don't want to talk."

 "Listen I'm 146 years old. I've been around the world and lost people. Please tell me whats wrong and I'll leave ya alone."

 She put her head on the table. "Please... just go..."

 "Alright little one." Alric stands up and puts down a small box with a handle and walks away

 She looks up and studies the box.

 It is a fine dwarfish box. The only thing that moves is the little hand crank on the side.

 She sadly and drunkenly turned the handle.

 A soft lullaby starts to play. While elvish in origin there is some dwarvish in the song.

 Reminding her of Theren, she tosses it across the room, beginning a fresh wave of crying and drinking.

 Alric watches the box hit the ground and sighs. Standing up he goes to where Theren is, drags him by the arm to Taceli and sits him down.

"Look you two need to talk out what happened." Alric says with a note of anger in his voice.

 Taceli looks away, not able to meet Theren's gaze.

 Theren fidgets with a small necklace. His eyes are puffy and slight red.

Alric glares at them both. *Alric is not a very angry person, so when he's angry he is very angry.*

"I...I don't want there to be awkwardness between us Taceli." Theren says.

 She still doesn't meet his gaze. "How... can there not be?"

 "Stuff....stuff happens and I completely understand that what happened....happened."

 "Don't do that. Don't say you understand to try and make me feel better! Don't lie and say it's alright, because it isn't!" 

 "Fine I wont." Theren slams a necklace on the table. "Enjoy your present." Theren stalks off to his room and slams the door behind him.

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Taceli is drinking as much as she can right now.

Sharlene is suplexing a 20th wolf. She has almost single-handedly suplexed most of the wolf population in the forest.

Wolfe is taking a nap at the bar after drinking a lot.

 

 Soldaer and Shadow walk over to her. "Why are you wrestling wolves?"

 She looks up from the ground, the wolf taking the opportunity to run away, whining. "I'm bored, why else?"

 "It seems like an odd thing to do just because you're bored. After all, there's training dummies closer to the tavern that can actually provide more of a challenge, or at the very least could be rigged to. Besides, wolves and the other animals in here can make for great companions, as long as you know how to treat them right." With that, Soldaer reaches his hand out towards a nearby bush, and fox cautiously walks out, before accepting some head scratches.

 "I don't want dummies, I want something that actually fights back. Preferably a bear, but it seems I've already beaten the only one that was already nearby. I wonder of there's any monsters around here...."

 "There most likely are, somewhere, and if not here, then there's plenty on the various worlds the people here have come from. Talk to Enethia. She should be back in the tavern somewhere. Tell her you need some adventure, or at least something to fight."

 "I know Enethia, we've sparred before. Besides, I think she went somewhere recently."

 "What kind of sparring do you prefer? As you can probably guess, I'm usually one who prefers weapons, but I'm guessing your more along the lines of a monk of some sort."

 "Whatever is fine with me."

 "Alright then. Let's head back over into the protection zone, as while I can heal us if we get seriously hurt, I'm not that skilled in it. Only a limited number of healing spells are at my disposal." With that, Soldaer turns and heads towards the training area, drawing his swords as he goes.

 "But it's boring in the protection area, let's fight out here."

 Soldaer stops midstride and turns around, pivoting perfectly. "We should at least get someone to watch. Don't want one of us dying after all."

 "Yeah, you seem like the type to hate death." With that sick roast, she looks around for anyone nearby.

 Fires seem to light in Soldaer's eyes at that, and his voice takes on a hard edge. "I've killed more than you know. I've fought in wars against enemies I wish never existed. I don't hate death, as it is natural, but unnecessary death is something I do hate." The rapier in his left hand is glowing rather brightly now. "If you can't live with the fact I don't want either of us to die, then you're out of luck with sparring today. But, if for some chance, you can live with that, I will gladly spar you, as it will help me train as much as it will help you."

Sharlene doesn't seem to care much about this transformation. "Boy, you need to tone down a bit, if you're so fragile as to not be able to take a pointed comment, and blind enough to not see beyond an opponents features, then I'm surprised you've even lived a fight with enemies you 'wish never existed'. As for the sparring 'helping' me, all it is is a way to pass the time while doing something productive. I could just as easily train than spar, but no, the training that once broke me everyday isn't cutting it anymore." A fire of her own seems to have sparked in her eyes. "And before you say 'just ramp up the training', I've done that already, for the past 5 years I've done that, and it still isn't cutting it. And killing more than someone would know isn't a trait of strength, in fact, you don't need to be strong to kill, strength is the opposite, it's living, and letting live while winning at the same time. That's strength, boy."

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Taceli is drinking as much as she can right now.

Sharlene is suplexing a 20th wolf. She has almost single-handedly suplexed most of the wolf population in the forest.

Wolfe is taking a nap at the bar after drinking a lot.

 

 *Old dwarf advice timeeee*

Alric walks up to her with his pipe in his mouth. "Whats wrong little dragon?"

 She doesn't answer, only finishes another mug of ale.

 Alric sits down across from her. "Now now. Drinks can only solve so much."

 "They help the pain, though..." 

 "Only for a little while though."

 "Better than nothing..."

 "But talking can get rid of the pain."

 "I don't want to talk."

 "Listen I'm 146 years old. I've been around the world and lost people. Please tell me whats wrong and I'll leave ya alone."

 She put her head on the table. "Please... just go..."

 "Alright little one." Alric stands up and puts down a small box with a handle and walks away

 She looks up and studies the box.

 It is a fine dwarfish box. The only thing that moves is the little hand crank on the side.

 She sadly and drunkenly turned the handle.

 A soft lullaby starts to play. While elvish in origin there is some dwarvish in the song.

 Reminding her of Theren, she tosses it across the room, beginning a fresh wave of crying and drinking.

 Alric watches the box hit the ground and sighs. Standing up he goes to where Theren is, drags him by the arm to Taceli and sits him down.

"Look you two need to talk out what happened." Alric says with a note of anger in his voice.

 Taceli looks away, not able to meet Theren's gaze.

 Theren fidgets with a small necklace. His eyes are puffy and slight red.

Alric glares at them both. *Alric is not a very angry person, so when he's angry he is very angry.*

"I...I don't want there to be awkwardness between us Taceli." Theren says.

 She still doesn't meet his gaze. "How... can there not be?"

 "Stuff....stuff happens and I completely understand that what happened....happened."

 "Don't do that. Don't say you understand to try and make me feel better! Don't lie and say it's alright, because it isn't!" 

 "Fine I wont." Theren slams a necklace on the table. "Enjoy your present." Theren stalks off to his room and slams the door behind him.