“A little more than a year if I remember correctly, but I’m not too sure, oh yeah, I’m Damian Alterious-Padfoot by the way.”
They nod as they take the information in. "So, when do you get breakfast? Or is it all work for you?"
“I usually don’t eat breakfast, but when I do it’s when my wife takes over my shift.” He smiles broadly “Best thing that has happened to me other than my daughter.” He would notice Damian is only around his late 20s.
"Glad to hear. I've never settled down, but I understand the appeal. Who hired the both of you?" Yacatl asks, as he peppers his eggs
“Hired? I kinda just started working here, my wife gets all of the pay checks because I’m not responsible, so it never mattered to me.” He shrugs, tossing a knife and catching it.
"Mmm... the wereferrrets have been inactive, I see." They mutter to themselves. "So, you just walked in? How strange, but I've seen stranger."
“I am strange, it’s what I do. I do know Sushi and the others, but I haven’t seen them around in a while. Have you ever been to the Celestial realm? It’s a very pretty place, too bad the times I visited I was being put on trail.”
They nod at this. "Which one? Aravandor? Mt. Celestia? Elysium is the one I've been to the least, careful not to slip into its siren song." They ask, as they take a drink of Orange Juice. "Where were you traveling?"
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Lysander (old human mage) is reading "Mordenkainen and You: How to master the Great Wizard's spells" while sipping a drink
Yacatl (veteran tabaxi) is eating his breakfast
Rio is nearby, sewing together human, elk, and crocodile carcasses.
Thirteen is sitting at the bar, notices the title, and scoffs slightly.
Mauric is sweeping out a few infant phase spiders, aggravated. “How do they keep getting in here??!”
*Could you give me a description of each? My memory if faulty*
Meroving walks over, whistling as they do "Who might you be, mate?"
*sure. also, the reason i posted those three and deleted all except Raphael, Lysander, and Yacatl is because I meant for Riotan, Thirteen, and Mauric to interact with all of them respectively.*
*Riotan is a lithe and slender ash-grey yuan-ti malison (or at least appears so) with piercing green eyes and visible metal sheaths on his fangs. He wears a short silken garment resembling a sari and numerous gold bracelets, chains, and bangles on his wrists, neck, and ankles. Thirteen is a sun elf with brassy skin and black hair with a single turquoise stripe. He wears black robes with blue and purple accents and commonly carries a leatherbound journal. Mauric is a dust-colored tabaxi resembling a caracal with hazel eyes who usually wears baggy white pants and a chain shirt.*
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Actually, I might not make them a Wendigo, but a nervous child who wears the skull of a Wendigo as a sort of comfort symbol for them. Maybe I’ll actually make their companion a Wendigo, I just don’t know yet, maybe I’ll stick with my original idea, we will have to see.*
“A little more than a year if I remember correctly, but I’m not too sure, oh yeah, I’m Damian Alterious-Padfoot by the way.”
They nod as they take the information in. "So, when do you get breakfast? Or is it all work for you?"
“I usually don’t eat breakfast, but when I do it’s when my wife takes over my shift.” He smiles broadly “Best thing that has happened to me other than my daughter.” He would notice Damian is only around his late 20s.
"Glad to hear. I've never settled down, but I understand the appeal. Who hired the both of you?" Yacatl asks, as he peppers his eggs
“Hired? I kinda just started working here, my wife gets all of the pay checks because I’m not responsible, so it never mattered to me.” He shrugs, tossing a knife and catching it.
"Mmm... the wereferrrets have been inactive, I see." They mutter to themselves. "So, you just walked in? How strange, but I've seen stranger."
“I am strange, it’s what I do. I do know Sushi and the others, but I haven’t seen them around in a while. Have you ever been to the Celestial realm? It’s a very pretty place, too bad the times I visited I was being put on trail.”
They nod at this. "Which one? Aravandor? Mt. Celestia? Elysium is the one I've been to the least, careful not to slip into its siren song." They ask, as they take a drink of Orange Juice. "Where were you traveling?"
“Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.
Lysander (old human mage) is reading "Mordenkainen and You: How to master the Great Wizard's spells" while sipping a drink
Yacatl (veteran tabaxi) is eating his breakfast
Rio is nearby, sewing together human, elk, and crocodile carcasses.
Thirteen is sitting at the bar, notices the title, and scoffs slightly.
Mauric is sweeping out a few infant phase spiders, aggravated. “How do they keep getting in here??!”
*Could you give me a description of each? My memory if faulty*
Meroving walks over, whistling as they do "Who might you be, mate?"
*sure. also, the reason i posted those three and deleted all except Raphael, Lysander, and Yacatl is because I meant for Riotan, Thirteen, and Mauric to interact with all of them respectively.*
*Riotan is a lithe and slender ash-grey yuan-ti malison (or at least appears so) with piercing green eyes and visible metal sheaths on his fangs. He wears a short silken garment resembling a sari and numerous gold bracelets, chains, and bangles on his wrists, neck, and ankles. Thirteen is a sun elf with brassy skin and black hair with a single turquoise stripe. He wears black robes with blue and purple accents and commonly carries a leatherbound journal. Mauric is a dust-colored tabaxi resembling a caracal with hazel eyes who usually wears baggy white pants and a chain shirt.*
*Ah, got it, in that case...*
Raphael walks over to the carcass-worker. With their hands behind them, they lean down and inspect the Yuan-ti's work. "Who might you be?"
Lysander sets down their drink. "You have problems with the Circle of Eight?"
Yacatl stiffles a laugh. "Ever heard of the Ethereal Plane?" They call out to the fellow tabaxi
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“Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.
Yacalt nods in understanding. "Is that your destined afterlife?"
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“Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.
Yacalt nods in understanding. "Is that your destined afterlife?"
“Hopefully not, because spending eternity in prison or worse doesn’t sound too well.”
Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in.
“Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.
Yacalt nods in understanding. "Is that your destined afterlife?"
“Hopefully not, because spending eternity in prison or worse doesn’t sound too well.”
Yacatl dwells on this. "Ever been to Carceri? You might want to get to know the plane well, it might be your fate."
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Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
*Did ya see my ideas for the sin of sloth?*
They hear the sound of wet footsteps, and when they turn to see who it is, it’s just Tengen in his true form, lankier, his horns sharp, skin black as a starless midnight, stronger. He sits next to them, his hands trembling “Hello.”
Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in.
Raphael walks in a tries to get a table
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
They hear the sound of wet footsteps, and when they turn to see who it is, it’s just Tengen in his true form, lankier, his horns sharp, skin black as a starless midnight, stronger. He sits next to them, his hands trembling “Hello.”
She looks up, her eyes dull but a hint of emotion in them. She pats the spot next to her and gives a small smile "Hello Tengen.."
Lysander (old human mage) is reading "Mordenkainen and You: How to master the Great Wizard's spells" while sipping a drink
Yacatl (veteran tabaxi) is eating his breakfast
Rio is nearby, sewing together human, elk, and crocodile carcasses.
Thirteen is sitting at the bar, notices the title, and scoffs slightly.
Mauric is sweeping out a few infant phase spiders, aggravated. “How do they keep getting in here??!”
*Could you give me a description of each? My memory if faulty*
Meroving walks over, whistling as they do "Who might you be, mate?"
*sure. also, the reason i posted those three and deleted all except Raphael, Lysander, and Yacatl is because I meant for Riotan, Thirteen, and Mauric to interact with all of them respectively.*
*Riotan is a lithe and slender ash-grey yuan-ti malison (or at least appears so) with piercing green eyes and visible metal sheaths on his fangs. He wears a short silken garment resembling a sari and numerous gold bracelets, chains, and bangles on his wrists, neck, and ankles. Thirteen is a sun elf with brassy skin and black hair with a single turquoise stripe. He wears black robes with blue and purple accents and commonly carries a leatherbound journal. Mauric is a dust-colored tabaxi resembling a caracal with hazel eyes who usually wears baggy white pants and a chain shirt.*
*Ah, got it, in that case...*
Raphael walks over to the carcass-worker. With their hands behind them, they lean down and inspect the Yuan-ti's work. "Who might you be?"
Lysander sets down their drink. "You have problems with the Circle of Eight?"
Yacatl stiffles a laugh. "Ever heard of the Ethereal Plane?" They call out to the fellow tabaxi
"Riotan. The Misery Eater." He says lightly.
"Oh, you don't want to hear the gripes of an archmage with his colleagues."
Mauric looks back at him. "The what?"
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.
Yacalt nods in understanding. "Is that your destined afterlife?"
“Hopefully not, because spending eternity in prison or worse doesn’t sound too well.”
Yacatl dwells on this. "Ever been to Carceri? You might want to get to know the plane well, it might be your fate."
“I haven’t, and I probably won’t unless I end up going there when I die, I’ve got a family here now, I can’t be going on adventures like I used to, you know?”
Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in.
Raphael walks in a tries to get a table
The archdevil peers out of the kitchen, smelling the celestial. He steps out, wiping his hands off and a rag.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
They hear the sound of wet footsteps, and when they turn to see who it is, it’s just Tengen in his true form, lankier, his horns sharp, skin black as a starless midnight, stronger. He sits next to them, his hands trembling “Hello.”
She looks up, her eyes dull but a hint of emotion in them. She pats the spot next to her and gives a small smile "Hello Tengen.."
*Did you see my ideas for the sin of sloth? Just want to know*
He slides over to the spot, smiling softly back at them, smoke billowing from his nose, his eyes empty in their entirety. He grabs his blade off his belt, unsheathing the fragments, looking down at them.
Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in.
Raphael walks in a tries to get a table
The archdevil peers out of the kitchen, smelling the celestial. He steps out, wiping his hands off and a rag.
*Want a description?*
*Yes please*
Raphael shrugs, another day near the tavern. "Some service, huh?"
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They nod at this. "Which one? Aravandor? Mt. Celestia? Elysium is the one I've been to the least, careful not to slip into its siren song." They ask, as they take a drink of Orange Juice. "Where were you traveling?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*sure. also, the reason i posted those three and deleted all except Raphael, Lysander, and Yacatl is because I meant for Riotan, Thirteen, and Mauric to interact with all of them respectively.*
*Riotan is a lithe and slender ash-grey yuan-ti malison (or at least appears so) with piercing green eyes and visible metal sheaths on his fangs. He wears a short silken garment resembling a sari and numerous gold bracelets, chains, and bangles on his wrists, neck, and ankles. Thirteen is a sun elf with brassy skin and black hair with a single turquoise stripe. He wears black robes with blue and purple accents and commonly carries a leatherbound journal. Mauric is a dust-colored tabaxi resembling a caracal with hazel eyes who usually wears baggy white pants and a chain shirt.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Actually, I might not make them a Wendigo, but a nervous child who wears the skull of a Wendigo as a sort of comfort symbol for them. Maybe I’ll actually make their companion a Wendigo, I just don’t know yet, maybe I’ll stick with my original idea, we will have to see.*
*Andas if in uffish thought,
the Jabberwocky with eyes of flame
Came buggling through the tungy wood
and gargled as it came!*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.
*Ah, got it, in that case...*
Raphael walks over to the carcass-worker. With their hands behind them, they lean down and inspect the Yuan-ti's work. "Who might you be?"
Lysander sets down their drink. "You have problems with the Circle of Eight?"
Yacatl stiffles a laugh. "Ever heard of the Ethereal Plane?" They call out to the fellow tabaxi
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yacalt nods in understanding. "Is that your destined afterlife?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
“Hopefully not, because spending eternity in prison or worse doesn’t sound too well.”
*okay, I'm alive.*
Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him.
Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins.
The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in.
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
Yacatl dwells on this. "Ever been to Carceri? You might want to get to know the plane well, it might be your fate."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Did ya see my ideas for the sin of sloth?*
They hear the sound of wet footsteps, and when they turn to see who it is, it’s just Tengen in his true form, lankier, his horns sharp, skin black as a starless midnight, stronger. He sits next to them, his hands trembling “Hello.”
Raphael walks in a tries to get a table
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
She looks up, her eyes dull but a hint of emotion in them. She pats the spot next to her and gives a small smile "Hello Tengen.."
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
"Riotan. The Misery Eater." He says lightly.
"Oh, you don't want to hear the gripes of an archmage with his colleagues."
Mauric looks back at him. "The what?"
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“I haven’t, and I probably won’t unless I end up going there when I die, I’ve got a family here now, I can’t be going on adventures like I used to, you know?”
The archdevil peers out of the kitchen, smelling the celestial. He steps out, wiping his hands off and a rag.
*Want a description?*
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
*Raphael has truesight. Do they view anything?*
Raphael nods. "Raphael. Your a hunter, I take it?"
Lysander chuckles. "Now, I'll drink to that! Who might you be, friend?"
Yacatl appears behind the Tabaxi. "It's a... an attic upon reality, so to speak. Thats how the Phase spiders go in and out, in and out."
*Also, if you want, I can provide truesight descriptions of my characters*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Did you see my ideas for the sin of sloth? Just want to know*
He slides over to the spot, smiling softly back at them, smoke billowing from his nose, his eyes empty in their entirety. He grabs his blade off his belt, unsheathing the fragments, looking down at them.
*Yes please*
Raphael shrugs, another day near the tavern. "Some service, huh?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now