*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The barkeep nods, and pours her some cider. He takes some raw bacon from Theren's kitchen, cooks it with his own hands, and puts it on a plate in front of her. "Here ya go! That'll be ten silver."
She takes off her hood, revealing a goblin face with big, yellow eyes, messy black hair, and bandages covering the lower half of her face, except for the mouth area. "I... only have some coppers at the moment." She gestures to the 6 coppers she dropped on the counter.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The barkeep nods, and pours her some cider. He takes some raw bacon from Theren's kitchen, cooks it with his own hands, and puts it on a plate in front of her. "Here ya go! That'll be ten silver."
She takes off her hood, revealing a goblin face with big, yellow eyes, messy black hair, and bandages covering the lower half of her face, except for the mouth area. "I... only have some coppers at the moment." She gestures to the 6 coppers she dropped on the counter.
The barkeep nods. "All right. I'll let it slide." He takes the six copper and places it under the counter. "So, what brings you to this little slice of hell?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The barkeep nods, and pours her some cider. He takes some raw bacon from Theren's kitchen, cooks it with his own hands, and puts it on a plate in front of her. "Here ya go! That'll be ten silver."
She takes off her hood, revealing a goblin face with big, yellow eyes, messy black hair, and bandages covering the lower half of her face, except for the mouth area. "I... only have some coppers at the moment." She gestures to the 6 coppers she dropped on the counter.
The barkeep nods. "All right. I'll let it slide." He takes the six copper and places it under the counter. "So, what brings you to this little slice of hell?"
She sighs with slight relief. "Thank you. I've... been wandering the past week, and I got lost, very, very lost, then I found this place."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
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Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here:Lord'sRestInn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
"On the surface, he was just an average stupidly rich guy, but he was actually a -cough from raspy throat- slaver."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
"On the surface, he was just an average stupidly rich guy, but he was actually a -cough from raspy throat- slaver."
"Interesting. Nero Omerin; profession: slaver; status: deceased. Here you are."
They pull out three platinum pieces.
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
"On the surface, he was just an average stupidly rich guy, but he was actually a -cough from raspy throat- slaver."
"Interesting. Nero Omerin; profession: slaver; status: deceased. Here you are."
They pull out three platinum pieces.
She eyed the money hungrily, albeit slightly suspicious. "That... was it?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
*Eh, might as well post here since I'm looking through.*
A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
"On the surface, he was just an average stupidly rich guy, but he was actually a -cough from raspy throat- slaver."
"Interesting. Nero Omerin; profession: slaver; status: deceased. Here you are."
They pull out three platinum pieces.
She eyed the money hungrily, albeit slightly suspicious. "That... was it?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. If you want more, I would be open to more information. However, since that did not dive into specifics, such as the targets he had you take out, and the people he sold slaves to, this is all for now. If you have more information, we always have more coin."
They set the platinum down between Zylna and themselves, and go back to drinking the Bloodwine.
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A 3'2 short figure walks in, they have a short, grey hooded cloak over some leather armor/clothing. Currently, her facial features are hidden, except for some big, green pointed ears poking out of some ear holes in the hood as well as the darkness in the hood slightly glowing yellow.
*Oh, boy, everything is dead today.*
She walks over to the bar and drops some money on the counter. "Food and drink." Her voice is extremely hoarse, as though it's been a long time since it has been used normally.
The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
"On what?"
"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
"On the surface, he was just an average stupidly rich guy, but he was actually a -cough from raspy throat- slaver."
"Interesting. Nero Omerin; profession: slaver; status: deceased. Here you are."
They pull out three platinum pieces.
She eyed the money hungrily, albeit slightly suspicious. "That... was it?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes. If you want more, I would be open to more information. However, since that did not dive into specifics, such as the targets he had you take out, and the people he sold slaves to, this is all for now. If you have more information, we always have more coin."
They set the platinum down between Zylna and themselves, and go back to drinking the Bloodwine.
She grabs the money carefully. "He rarely had me target people of important standing, the most important was a chief of some guard group that was catching onto his operations. Other than that, it was mostly small competitors or escaped slaves or to orphan children for him to target. I was never around whenever he sold them off, so I don't know any names for his buyers."
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The vampire in the corner looks up.
"What are you known by, little blood ba- little humanoid?" *I know, right?*
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She takes off her hood, revealing a goblin face with big, yellow eyes, messy black hair, and bandages covering the lower half of her face, except for the mouth area. "I... only have some coppers at the moment." She gestures to the 6 coppers she dropped on the counter.
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She looks over, slowly taking off her hood. "Zylna."
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"Nice to meet you, Zylna. I've heard you're short on funds; I'm willing to take care of your financial troubles in exchange for information."
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The barkeep nods. "All right. I'll let it slide." He takes the six copper and places it under the counter. "So, what brings you to this little slice of hell?"
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"On what?"
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She sighs with slight relief. "Thank you. I've... been wandering the past week, and I got lost, very, very lost, then I found this place."
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"On anything. I work for an organization that collects knowledge. Therefore, I will pay you for anything you tell us that we do not know; the rarer the piece of information, and the more ways it can be applied, the more money it is worth. We can start with your story, if you like."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"My story... isn't a story. It's... a short summary. Nothing worth anything." She slowly sipped the cider she was given.
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"All information is worth something. No matter how small or large, information is the ultimate currency."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
She drew a dagger from her cloak and looked at her reflection in it for a bit. "I was like this... a tool for killing. Under the control of my... owner." She said the last bit with disgust. "Much like this, he forged me into his perfect hidden blade, his personal assassin. I spilled much blood, some of it my own, for him. One day, a bit more than a week ago, something in me broke, and I escaped, slicing his throat in the process." She put the dagger away, then held a hand to her cheek. "Though... I still can't change the way I was forged, I can't get the urge out of my head."
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The vampire's eyes glowed a faint green throughout that, but it fades as she finishes.
"Interesting. What was your owner's name?"
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*Insert frantic thinking right here, since I never thought about that until now.*
"... Nero Omerin."
*Good job, 0verkill, perfect name.*
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"Interesting. And his profession? I assume it was something criminal?"
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"On the surface, he was just an average stupidly rich guy, but he was actually a -cough from raspy throat- slaver."
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"Interesting. Nero Omerin; profession: slaver; status: deceased. Here you are."
They pull out three platinum pieces.
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She eyed the money hungrily, albeit slightly suspicious. "That... was it?"
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"Hmm? Oh, yes. If you want more, I would be open to more information. However, since that did not dive into specifics, such as the targets he had you take out, and the people he sold slaves to, this is all for now. If you have more information, we always have more coin."
They set the platinum down between Zylna and themselves, and go back to drinking the Bloodwine.
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
She grabs the money carefully. "He rarely had me target people of important standing, the most important was a chief of some guard group that was catching onto his operations. Other than that, it was mostly small competitors or escaped slaves or to orphan children for him to target. I was never around whenever he sold them off, so I don't know any names for his buyers."
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Calamitas walks in again for her usual drink, and she sits at the bar. She turns to Zylna, and smiles. "Welcome to Calamiton!"
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