The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
"I'm a bit more interested in the other kind of manipulation you specialize in. You seem to be able to bend people to your will, to the point that they will even fight for you, despite barely even knowing you."
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
"I'm a bit more interested in the other kind of manipulation you specialize in. You seem to be able to bend people to your will, to the point that they will even fight for you, despite barely even knowing you."
Xan smiles "People are worthless. They matter very little in the great big scheme of things." He said "When your nice to them, even for a small moment, they will be your friend"
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
"I'm a bit more interested in the other kind of manipulation you specialize in. You seem to be able to bend people to your will, to the point that they will even fight for you, despite barely even knowing you."
Xan smiles "People are worthless. They matter very little in the great big scheme of things." He said "When your nice to them, even for a small moment, they will be your friend"
"What an interesting perspective. I will take your advice, but the sentiment is all wrong. Everyone has a purpose. It takes a ton of little cells to create a creature, and if only a handful of them follow a different order than the rest, the entire can body fall into horror and chaos. And that's just beautiful, isn't it? It simply takes pulling the right thread to unravel the fabric of trust and decency. Thank you for telling me how."
A youngish woman with bright eyes and hair the color of lightly cooked waffles wanders in from the street. She is wearing plain, if slightly elegant, clothes and seems... detached from her surroundings. The woman glances around at the other patrons and the room, then perches on a stool at the bar.
Kinsley stares at them from a moment, then attempts to hop over the bar and attempt perching on a stool, "Wow, I thought this'd be easier."
"Hello. Do you work here?" She smiles slowly.
"Yes, I own this here place." They grin as they lose their balance and fall off of the stool
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
"I'm a bit more interested in the other kind of manipulation you specialize in. You seem to be able to bend people to your will, to the point that they will even fight for you, despite barely even knowing you."
Xan smiles "People are worthless. They matter very little in the great big scheme of things." He said "When your nice to them, even for a small moment, they will be your friend"
"What an interesting perspective. I will take your advice, but the sentiment is all wrong. Everyone has a purpose. It takes a ton of little cells to create a creature, and if only a handful of them follow a different order than the rest, the entire can body fall into horror and chaos. And that's just beautiful, isn't it? It simply takes pulling the right thread to unravel the fabric of trust and decency. Thank you for telling me how."
Xan smiles "I suppose you'll be an interesting one" he said "Good bye for now"
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
"I'm a bit more interested in the other kind of manipulation you specialize in. You seem to be able to bend people to your will, to the point that they will even fight for you, despite barely even knowing you."
Xan smiles "People are worthless. They matter very little in the great big scheme of things." He said "When your nice to them, even for a small moment, they will be your friend"
"What an interesting perspective. I will take your advice, but the sentiment is all wrong. Everyone has a purpose. It takes a ton of little cells to create a creature, and if only a handful of them follow a different order than the rest, the entire can body fall into horror and chaos. And that's just beautiful, isn't it? It simply takes pulling the right thread to unravel the fabric of trust and decency. Thank you for telling me how."
Xan smiles "I suppose you'll be an interesting one" he said "Good bye for now"
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
"Sounds like a nice society."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
"Sounds like a nice society."
"Maladomini is in hell."
"Oh. Well, still, if there is the variety of creatures that you say there is, then it must be exciting, to say the least."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
"Sounds like a nice society."
"Maladomini is in hell."
"Oh. Well, still, if there is the variety of creatures that you say there is, then it must be exciting, to say the least."
"Only if you aren't cooped up in a hotel for your entire life. I've had to deal with an incredible amount of entitlement because as it turns out, powerful creatures don't think too highly of an imp in the service industry."
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
"Sounds like a nice society."
"Maladomini is in hell."
"Oh. Well, still, if there is the variety of creatures that you say there is, then it must be exciting, to say the least."
"Only if you aren't cooped up in a hotel for your entire life. I've had to deal with an incredible amount of entitlement because as it turns out, powerful creatures don't think too highly of an imp in the service industry."
"I bet they don't. My familiar here, he's an imp. I am greatly in his debt. And yes, power leads to feelings of entitlement, which makes me proud of my patron. They are quite powerful themselves, but respectfully recognizes us lower beings, and forms alliances with us."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
The invisible something feels a small, also invisible form bump into it.
The thing loses concentration, causing it to become visible.
It appears to be a small, red, horned creature, something like a large imp or a small, odd-looking tiefling. It has large, catlike yellow eyes, and dresses in what appears to be a blood-splattered waiter's uniform. It carries a large book with it.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!"
The thing that bumped into the imp-tiefling thing turns visible, and they see that it's a little imp (strange, there were two imps, kinda, that ran into each other). "Oh, no, that's my fault," it says in a raspy little voice, before flying over to a shadar-kai (Rani) who is sitting at a table. "Who are you?" Rani asks the newcomer.
The imp-thing calms down quickly. "My name is Carokas 'Sweet' Cruorsus. I am a chef, magician, bartender, and former hotel manager, and I have had about 300-odd years to perfect my skills." It sounds like they've said this exact thing before. "I can demonstrate, if you wish."
"Demonstrate away, then!" Rani says, interested.
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
"Sounds like a nice society."
"Maladomini is in hell."
"Oh. Well, still, if there is the variety of creatures that you say there is, then it must be exciting, to say the least."
"Only if you aren't cooped up in a hotel for your entire life. I've had to deal with an incredible amount of entitlement because as it turns out, powerful creatures don't think too highly of an imp in the service industry."
"I bet they don't. My familiar here, he's an imp. I am greatly in his debt. And yes, power leads to feelings of entitlement, which makes me proud of my patron. They are quite powerful themselves, but respectfully recognizes us lower beings, and forms alliances with us."
"That's pretty rare. You must be pretty lucky to find such a patron."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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*hello everyone. How is it going?*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Back!*
Carokas nods and smiles. Several humanoid figures start rising from the ground like broken marionettes behind him. He walks away as they finish rising from the floor, and the strange figures, dressed in burned, tattered waiter's uniforms and expressionless masks, follow him behind the bar.
What follows is a spectacle of flipping and chopping and pouring and shaking, with the assistants doing clean-up and prep while the imp mixes drinks and cooks splendid-looking food.
The result: a colorful, layered cocktail in vivid, sanguine colors and dull greys and blacks, the glass rimmed with sugar, and a plate of beautifully sliced meat, complete with an odd, coral-like decorative disc, seemingly melting into gravy on the way down.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its how i present myself" he said "I take on the form those find most alluring because they can't keep it in their pants"
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
"I'm a bit more interested in the other kind of manipulation you specialize in. You seem to be able to bend people to your will, to the point that they will even fight for you, despite barely even knowing you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan smiles "People are worthless. They matter very little in the great big scheme of things." He said "When your nice to them, even for a small moment, they will be your friend"
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
"What an interesting perspective. I will take your advice, but the sentiment is all wrong. Everyone has a purpose. It takes a ton of little cells to create a creature, and if only a handful of them follow a different order than the rest, the entire can body fall into horror and chaos. And that's just beautiful, isn't it? It simply takes pulling the right thread to unravel the fabric of trust and decency. Thank you for telling me how."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Yes, I own this here place." They grin as they lose their balance and fall off of the stool
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Xan smiles "I suppose you'll be an interesting one" he said "Good bye for now"
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
"Goodbye, Xan."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Baron is out by the Graveyard, trying to convince some undead stragglers to come with him.
Carokas is cleaning up the inn with his servants.
Cadwallader is practicing a very unnerving speech into a mirror in the woods.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*What fine haberdashery we are experiencing today, eh?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I have returned*
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Rani looks very impressed, and compliments the imp. "Have you done this before?"
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"Every day for three hundred years. I've served angels, fey, demons, and devils. I come from a city in Maladomini called Grenpoli, which is basically the poor man's city of Sigil. Creatures from across the planes come to visit, and all weapons are banned."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sounds like a nice society."
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"Maladomini is in hell."
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Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh. Well, still, if there is the variety of creatures that you say there is, then it must be exciting, to say the least."
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"Only if you aren't cooped up in a hotel for your entire life. I've had to deal with an incredible amount of entitlement because as it turns out, powerful creatures don't think too highly of an imp in the service industry."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I bet they don't. My familiar here, he's an imp. I am greatly in his debt. And yes, power leads to feelings of entitlement, which makes me proud of my patron. They are quite powerful themselves, but respectfully recognizes us lower beings, and forms alliances with us."
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"That's pretty rare. You must be pretty lucky to find such a patron."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels