A kind-looking man with brown hair, glasses, and a casual bottle green suit is standing in the middle of the graveyard. He seems to be talking to the air, but creatures with Truesight would see a spirit talking back, radiating absurd levels of supernatural power. Yet it seems anything but strong in this moment.
He has a little paper sign with his face on it pinned to the tavern's job board, complete with the following text: "Marvin Eigenghast, Counselor and Curse Specialist. Sessions 5 Copper pieces each. I take house calls. You don't have to be alone in this."
*Please be kind, I haven't played an actual counselor before and I am not one IRL*
"A screwdriver" She says, holding her head in her hand.
He chuckles and shrugs, the words brightening his mood even slightly “To each their own I suppose, find yourself a screwdriver and I’ll pay whoever’s it is.” He drinks down his mug and fills another “After all, it’s the least I could do for a drinking buddy.” He strokes his cleanly shaven beard.
She orders her drink. It comes in a neat, clear glass. When she takes a drink, she leaves a slight lipstick on the rim. "So, what brings you to this corner of the world?"
He looks to the mark before looking back to his own drink, and finally to his helmet “The need to adventure brought me here. The want to help the world I suppose.” He sighs deeply before asking “What brings you here?”
"Vengeance, scandal, and a few rare ingredients." She says casually, as if it were commonplace to talk of such things. Her face hardens, but her eyes still glimmer.
He chuckles, his eyes having a smile his face doesn’t show “I know the feeling more than most. That sounds like you live a fun life.” He leans back “I never told you my name, sorry I’m John, John Dungeon.”
"I wouldn't say that for the most part. Been trying to find this one guy for a while, to try and take back what he took from me. Aeris Stelara, potions master at Vanderbilt."
“Oh that kind of quest for revenge. That is quite the beautiful name you’ve got there, much more complex than the one I’ve got.” He drinks a bit more “I would help you find what you want, if you’ll take the help.”
"Why, thank you, John. I got it for my birthday~" She claps his shoulder gently, taking another draught. "No, he's close, I know he is.. that furry little bastard."
He finishes his last mug, his eyes growing slightly heavy “If he’s close you’ll likely find him soon enough. I doubt there is much more running they can do.” He says, filling up another cup to challenge his tolerance.
"You know him? Jax?" She asks, swirling her drink in her glass, focused on the liquid.
He rubs his stubbly chin once more “Hmm, small guy? I think I saw him with Marie as of recent, I haven’t been paying attention.”
"No, the wolf has naught to do with it, it's the Fox.." She takes another sip which turns into gulping down the entire drink.
“I’m not sure I’ve seen them, but there have been a lot of furry people around here recently. Especially around the Inn, you’ll find them, but probably tomorrow. It’s getting late.” He orders another drink, finishes it, and gets up from his table.
Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
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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.
Sarah is setting up a shelter in the woods with three odd creatures. A 8 foot scaly indigo and orange humanoid with a single talon on the end of each of its wing-like arms, black sclera and scuff marks on it is making sure that none of the local predators get too close to the girl, a purple balloon like thing with a cloud on its head is gathering whatever materials they can find and a blue, black, and yellow humanoid with metal spikes is helping sarah make the actual shelter
He shrugs and takes his blade out of the ground, returning it into his back. He puts his helm under his arm “I wouldn’t be against it certainly.” He begins to walk to his room, turning to see if she follows.
He shrugs and takes his blade out of the ground, returning it into his back. He puts his helm under his arm “I wouldn’t be against it certainly.” He begins to walk to his room, turning to see if she follows.
And indeed she does, sauntering after him.
Once he gets to his room, he places the blade against the wall and his helm on a chair, before grabbing a book, sitting in bed, and starting to read. *Pm?*
Sarah is setting up a shelter with three odd creatures. The 8 foot scaly indigo and orange humanoid with a single talon on the end of its wing-like arms, black sclera and scuff marks on it is making sure that none of the local predators get too close to the girl, the purple balloon like thing with a cloud on its head is gathering whatever materials they can find and the blue, black, and yellow humanoid with metal spikes is helping sarah make the actual shelter
Sarah hears a gentle song with a country-style tune coming from the graveyard. The vocalist isn't amazing, but he pours out a lot of emotion. There is also a guitar playing alongside them, but she can't yet see who or what it's coming from.
"Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust, The devil's after both of us. Ooh, lay my curses all to rest, Make a mercy out of me..."
Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
A tankard of ale is set down in front of him.
Jax stays focused on the catboy, eventually catching him.
He doesn’t process it, murmuring to himself. “But the constraints of paraphysics wouldn’t allow such a being to exist in three layers of reality, especially one so caustic to quantum functions already…”
The dragonborn sees them from a distance and lifts the crossbow, securing a pair of round goggles over his eyes and watching the scene, not sure if any action would yet be required.
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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.
He shrugs and takes his blade out of the ground, returning it into his back. He puts his helm under his arm “I wouldn’t be against it certainly.” He begins to walk to his room, turning to see if she follows.
And indeed she does, sauntering after him.
Once he gets to his room, he places the blade against the wall and his helm on a chair, before grabbing a book, sitting in bed, and starting to read. *Pm?*
*kinda burnt out on such things, so, it's implied.*
*Got you, I’ve gtg soon anyway, so later yall, live it up for me!*
Sarah is setting up a shelter with three odd creatures. The 8 foot scaly indigo and orange humanoid with a single talon on the end of its wing-like arms, black sclera and scuff marks on it is making sure that none of the local predators get too close to the girl, the purple balloon like thing with a cloud on its head is gathering whatever materials they can find and the blue, black, and yellow humanoid with metal spikes is helping sarah make the actual shelter
Sarah hears a gentle song with a country-style tune coming from the graveyard. The vocalist isn't amazing, but he pours out a lot of emotion. There is also a guitar playing alongside them, but she can't yet see who or what it's coming from.
"Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust, The devil's after both of us. Ooh, lay my curses all to rest, Make a mercy out of me..."
She looks up from the shelter she's building and tilts her head, listening for a moment before picking up three of her wooden balls and making eye contact with the blue humanoid, and they nod in sync.
Sarah investigates the singing, while the others continue working
Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
A tankard of ale is set down in front of him.
Jax stays focused on the catboy, eventually catching him.
He doesn’t process it, murmuring to himself. “But the constraints of paraphysics wouldn’t allow such a being to exist in three layers of reality, especially one so caustic to quantum functions already…”
The dragonborn sees them from a distance and lifts the crossbow, securing a pair of round goggles over his eyes and watching the scene, not sure if any action would yet be required.
"Have you considered it only partially exists in the third layer?"
"You've got quite a bounty on your head, Ziff. suits my wallet and my wall just fine." He says while slitting the Tabaxi's throat, laughing silently.
“What?” His head snaps up. “That would be utterly infeasible, assuming Aganazzar’s Law holds up in a vacuum, which it has no reason not to.”
He takes aim and shoots at Jax, trying to hit him in the arm or leg and not seriously wound him. Attack: 24 Damage: 7
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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.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“I’m not sure I’ve seen them, but there have been a lot of furry people around here recently. Especially around the Inn, you’ll find them, but probably tomorrow. It’s getting late.” He orders another drink, finishes it, and gets up from his table.
Thirteen is poring over a mix of apocalyptic writings, desperate scribbles, and horrifying drawings of nightmarish beings, looking agitated and confused.
A blue dragonborn clad in a mix of leather armor and brass mail carrying a heavy crossbow is making his way through the woods, on his guard. His orange eyes have a hit of inhumanity about them.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
*Cut for Salem.*
He shrugs and takes his blade out of the ground, returning it into his back. He puts his helm under his arm “I wouldn’t be against it certainly.” He begins to walk to his room, turning to see if she follows.
Once he gets to his room, he places the blade against the wall and his helm on a chair, before grabbing a book, sitting in bed, and starting to read. *Pm?*
Sarah hears a gentle song with a country-style tune coming from the graveyard. The vocalist isn't amazing, but he pours out a lot of emotion. There is also a guitar playing alongside them, but she can't yet see who or what it's coming from.
"Oh, ashes, ashes, dust to dust,
The devil's after both of us.
Ooh, lay my curses all to rest,
Make a mercy out of me..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He doesn’t process it, murmuring to himself. “But the constraints of paraphysics wouldn’t allow such a being to exist in three layers of reality, especially one so caustic to quantum functions already…”
The dragonborn sees them from a distance and lifts the crossbow, securing a pair of round goggles over his eyes and watching the scene, not sure if any action would yet be required.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Got you, I’ve gtg soon anyway, so later yall, live it up for me!*
She looks up from the shelter she's building and tilts her head, listening for a moment before picking up three of her wooden balls and making eye contact with the blue humanoid, and they nod in sync.
Sarah investigates the singing, while the others continue working
Hi! I'm violet, the ultimate silly snake!
“What?” His head snaps up. “That would be utterly infeasible, assuming Aganazzar’s Law holds up in a vacuum, which it has no reason not to.”
He takes aim and shoots at Jax, trying to hit him in the arm or leg and not seriously wound him. Attack: 24 Damage: 7
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Beunos Dias.*
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