“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
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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.
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
"Um, it's alright." He says softly, turning to respond to the group pestering him before looking back, "I'm Rory."
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
"Um, it's alright." He says softly, turning to respond to the group pestering him before looking back, "I'm Rory."
<Oh, you’re in the middle of something. If they are annoyances and don’t really need your advice, I can scare them away for you!>
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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.
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
Jason doesn't seem to notice, or atleast doesn't show it. "No problem" He smiles
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
Jason doesn't seem to notice, or atleast doesn't show it. "No problem" He smiles
“Well, thanks for your input, Jason, and I’ll take your advice. Maybe I can do a joint venture with the Red Plate’s owner ‘til I can afford my own place. In the meantime I’ll be staying at the Inn here!”
*want to roll Insight?*
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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.
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
"Um, it's alright." He says softly, turning to respond to the group pestering him before looking back, "I'm Rory."
<Oh, you’re in the middle of something. If they are annoyances and don’t really need your advice, I can scare them away for you!>
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
Jason doesn't seem to notice, or atleast doesn't show it. "No problem" He smiles
“Well, thanks for your input, Jason, and I’ll take your advice. Maybe I can do a joint venture with the Red Plate’s owner ‘til I can afford my own place. In the meantime I’ll be staying at the Inn here!”
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
"Um, it's alright." He says softly, turning to respond to the group pestering him before looking back, "I'm Rory."
<Oh, you’re in the middle of something. If they are annoyances and don’t really need your advice, I can scare them away for you!>
He shakes his head softly, "No, no, it's ok"
<Gotcha.> Caramel sits on her hind legs and listens.
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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.
*yeets my characters into here like screaming toddlers*
Rory is listening to a group of people who seem to be asking for stuff
-intro incoming-
He feels something rub against his leg like a cat.
He looks down slightly, eyes having dark bags under them as the group continues to seemingly complain
Laying on its right side is a seemingly ordinary tortoiseshell cat, purring graciously.
"Oh..... hello." He smiles tiredly at the cat
She flips on her front, revealing that the entire other side of her body is rotted, exposing her bones and a few remaining organs. Her empty eye socket glows orange.
Rory seems to wince a little, though she can't exactly tell his expression given the blindfold. He lightly nudges her with his foot in a mix of carefulness and something else
<Oh my, sir, I didn’t mean to alarm you. A priest and an undead… I apologize. I am a telepathic being and a reanimated feline. My name is Caramel.>
"Um, it's alright." He says softly, turning to respond to the group pestering him before looking back, "I'm Rory."
<Oh, you’re in the middle of something. If they are annoyances and don’t really need your advice, I can scare them away for you!>
He shakes his head softly, "No, no, it's ok"
<Gotcha.> Caramel sits on her hind legs and listens.
Rory looks back to the group, "I assure you, my shrine doesn't hold either the source nor the solution to your issues" He says nervously, met with more annoyed speaking. A half elf jabs their finger into the shrinekeeper's chest, causing him to stumble back a.bit, "Don't lie you little urchin. We've seen what goes on around here before."
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
Jason doesn't seem to notice, or atleast doesn't show it. "No problem" He smiles
“Well, thanks for your input, Jason, and I’ll take your advice. Maybe I can do a joint venture with the Red Plate’s owner ‘til I can afford my own place. In the meantime I’ll be staying at the Inn here!”
*want to roll Insight?*
Dice rolls not yet available for this section.
*?*
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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.
“A fine philosophy, but now I’ll have to find a new audience here. By the by, does not eating deprive you of taste and smell in any way?”
He shakes his head, "I just don't find what others find appetizing as the same for me. It's different."
“Mm, I see.” Mauric seems disappointed, but not in the sense of not getting a review for his dish. It’s a bit odd, and even slightly off-putting.
Jason tilts his head, "Sorry, I'm sure ithers around town will enjoy your food though"
“Oh, I bet.. I’ll be the greatest cook this place has ever seen!” There’s a steely, almost manic look in Mauric’s eyes as he says this. “But I saw a place in town, the Red Plate. Can you tell me anything about it?”
"Hmmm, it's a decently popular place, but ive never been there before." He smiles
“Yeah? I gotta check it out sometime. Any other cookfolk better know soon that Maury’s on their turf. And he ain’t leavin…” On this sinister note, he falls silent.
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
Jason doesn't seem to notice, or atleast doesn't show it. "No problem" He smiles
“Well, thanks for your input, Jason, and I’ll take your advice. Maybe I can do a joint venture with the Red Plate’s owner ‘til I can afford my own place. In the meantime I’ll be staying at the Inn here!”
Caramel wants to do her scary thing, but settles for hiding her left half and hissing at the crowd.
Rory stammers slightly, "I-i don't know what you're talking about..." he says, one of the group sneering at Caramel, "Keeping filthy animals here doesn't help your case either."
Jason watches him quietly before nodding, "I guess good luck with that then?"
(who do you have?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
“Huh?” Mauric’s head snaps up, his expression quickly changing from scheming to confused, and his fingers twitching in the direction of his glaive ever so slightly. “Oh. Sorry, and thanks!” He smiles widely, attempting to mask this.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"Um, it's alright." He says softly, turning to respond to the group pestering him before looking back, "I'm Rory."
*I got jack smoking in the woods, rory dealing with pestering people at his shrine, and an intro I'm working on*
<Oh, you’re in the middle of something. If they are annoyances and don’t really need your advice, I can scare them away for you!>
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Jason doesn't seem to notice, or atleast doesn't show it. "No problem" He smiles
“Well, thanks for your input, Jason, and I’ll take your advice. Maybe I can do a joint venture with the Red Plate’s owner ‘til I can afford my own place. In the meantime I’ll be staying at the Inn here!”
*want to roll Insight?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
(how about Rory? I may need to go soon to get dinner but i'll be back soon :> )
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
He shakes his head softly, "No, no, it's ok"
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*sure ^^. Hope the dinner js enjoyable :>*
Rory js attempting to calm down a group of angered townsfolk, who seem to be demanding something
<Gotcha.> Caramel sits on her hind legs and listens.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Rory looks back to the group, "I assure you, my shrine doesn't hold either the source nor the solution to your issues" He says nervously, met with more annoyed speaking. A half elf jabs their finger into the shrinekeeper's chest, causing him to stumble back a.bit, "Don't lie you little urchin. We've seen what goes on around here before."
*?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*rory cut*
Caramel wants to do her scary thing, but settles for hiding her left half and hissing at the crowd.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Gravedigger goes over to watch
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*dice broke*
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Rory stammers slightly, "I-i don't know what you're talking about..." he says, one of the group sneering at Caramel, "Keeping filthy animals here doesn't help your case either."
*understandable, have a great day*
Jason can sense that by “joint venture”, Mauric most likely means “premeditated assault and battery”.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.