The Tavern at the End of the World

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Cold walks back into the tavern. He holds three hares in his grip that are bound at the feet by rope. They wiggle a bit in confusion as to why they have been caught. He sets the loose upstairs before walking back downstairs and setting his cloak on a chair and sitting down. He lifts up his mask and sets it aside, it seems to make tiny creaking noises when set down 

*Guys, sleeping is hard*

Asherah boops his real nose. "You took it off!"

 He has angular features on his face. His dark grey eyes seem to sparkle a bit as he pats her head "yes I did, she doesn't want to be touched right now" he says

 "She?" The sister says, confused

 He nods "The mask is a She"

"Oh, well I won't touch it then." They say, hovering her hand over the mask

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*Alright, time to intro :3*

A rather intimidating looking human heads towards the tavern. He's armed to the teeth, with full plate armor, except for a helmet that reveals a grizzled face with a scar over their left eye. They walk with an heir of confidence, standing at 6'8. However, as they come into the protection of the tavern, the human slowly fizzles out, having been an illusion created by the actual figure heading towards the tavern. They're a young male tiefling with light gray skin, and a head of short black hair. They're much smaller than the illusion they were keeping up, only 5'8, and less ripped than them. They have a set of short horns which are much like a goat's, but smoother and coming from the front of his head. They continue walking as the illusion drops, seeming out of breath

Asherah waves from the rafters, lowering down their their tail. "Avoin?"

 A light smiles forms on their face, returning the wave

"Avoin!" The younger sibling cries, before running over and bear-hugging their older brother

 He laughs, having to stumble backwards a bit as  Asherah hits him , returning the hug, "Hey Asherah," He says, laughing as he hugs them

"How was it? Did you go back to Hell? Did you meet Glasya? Did you know Cold got a gift from his patron? Oh, its so nice to see everyone! It's like a family reunion!"

 "Its a long story, but the quick story is that i uh... got lost on the way here. How have you been? Is Cold still trying to act cool? pun not intended"

 "Yep! I think he is really warming up to this place. Aricyra is still protective, and I got King's rings. Want one?"

 "Heh, you're still making jokes i see." He says, ruffling their hair, "How'd you get your hands on King's stuff?"

"He said I wasn't scary!" They say, not understanding their own appearance. "So I casted cause fear on him. It was hilarious!"

 "YOu're our younger sibling, what did you expect." He said, not really finding them scary either (Btw, is their pronouns they/them? Or is it that we've just been using them)

*Asherah is female, but I tend to us They/them. You can use She/her or They/them*

"Yep! So I cornered him and took his stuff! Amazing, right?"

 "Yep, i'd say thats pretty amazing," He says

*Cool, i just wanted to make sure i didn't slip and use the wrong pronouns if i called them his little sister*

 *It is fine, and yes she is the little sister to Avoin*

"Want a ring?"

 *Cool*

"Nah, i'm good," He chuckles,

King walks into the tavern, sits down, and Empties a Bag of Holding. in it is at least 300 gold pieces, which he starts sorting based on what city or Continent or kingdom they came from, as well as by their Age. curled within his tail is a Knife, and on his side is a Little Pouch for a Deck of Cards.

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*Anyone on?*

 *I am, just finishing up on my character* *Here, heres the two i haven't deactivated while i make them*

Ace is vibing in the main room of the tavern, playing a non gambling game of liar's dice with the patrons

Nia is back at the treehouse, enjoying the more natury living

Gwen is following Nia around, trying to help as much as they can

 After a moment, Nia gives Gwen another hug

"Um... what is that form?" Gwen says, surprised once more

 "Cause you're my friend, and i wanted to thank you, so a hug was in order," She says, smiling brightly

They smile back. "Um... Thanks. Man, its so hard to stay mad at you. Your just... so nice." They say, walking and talking

 "Aww thanks. You're super nice too, i don't think i could ever be mad at you,"

They put on the cutest face that can make. "Good! Sometimes I am glad I get such a long childhood."

 "You certainly take advantage of being cute for so long," Nia says, ruffling gwen's hair

Gwen quickly puts it back. "When I have my thousandth birthday, I will only have 1000 more years to go."

 "Jeez, i'd be lucky to reach that age normally. Wait, are you older than me already?" She asks

 They nod slowly. "I've seen a whole generation of elves grow up and die before my eyes... junior." She states, as their eyes give a brief glisp to the history she has witnessed

 "Don't call me junior yet, you're still legally a child," She laughs, though noticing that as she says this, her age really shows, "You've had a long life, huh?"

"Not legally. Half-elves reach the age of majority at 20 and I am legally a Half-Elf." They respond while fiddling with stuff in their pocket. "And yes, I have... although I don't remember a good deal, and the deel I do.............. well it is mostly a tragedy."

 "Half elves also don't live past 150." She says, "You aren't the average Half-elf, so i'm considering you a child." She says, smiling

"Half-elves don't usually. I am half-elven, just I'm not half-human." They refute. "How old are you, if I may ask."

 "I'm a young two hundred and seventeen."

"Cool. Um... and how is life so far?"

 "Well, i love my life. I wouldn't trade it for anything"

"Good to hear!" They say, trying to jump to eye level with Nia

 "Why are you jumping?" Nia laughs

"I... I want to see eye to eye with you." They say, resting a bit

 "I could sit down or something?" She says

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Loki falls face first into the tavern, a small silver dragon landing on his back

Gwen looks over curious, helping Loki up. "Who are you?"

 “One of the many hoolagin tieflings running around the tavern” 

the dragon says something to loki, and Loki cringes, responding in draconic

 *Gwen knows draconic*

"Oh... name?"

 “I’m loki” 

[[ the small dragon said “why must you fall every five seconds” loki responded with “sleep deprivation” ]]

 *Got it*

"Gwen." They say, offering a hand

 He shakes it “you heard what she said and understood didn’t you”

"Yep, why do you ask?"

 “You have eyes of understanding”

to himself: weird thing to say [[1gp]]head

"I don't have truesight or anything."

 Revym [[the dragon]] bites his ear 

“why must you do this to me” [[in draconic]]

Gwen turns to Revym: "Are you okay? Need some food?"

 “𝐍𝐚𝐡, 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐮𝐧” 

“ᖇᗴᐯYᗰ ᗯᕼᗩT Tᕼᗴ ᕼᗴᒪᒪ?”