Monstrous Compendium Vol. 1: Spelljammer Creatures
Frozen Sick
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He looks up to him, his teeth and eyes demonic, his wearing a regular T shirt, the only stain recognizable on it being blood, he subtly places a hand on his sheathed blade “And why would I do that stranger? I don’t believe you own this place?”
The chef folds his arms behind his back, circling like a shark. "Because it's polite. Please respect the establishment that is willing to harbor you. I imagine there aren't that many."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well you know something that isn’t very polite either? Assuming things about people, I may appear like I am a… not very reputable person, but I can maintain myself.” He stands up, his grin turning bloodthirsty, and he begins to circle himself.
"I'll be completely honest, I don't care how well you can maintain yourself. And the only reason your reputation matters is how it relates to me. I'm sure you've killed archfiends before, maybe even gods. But that does not give you the right to disrespect the owners of this establishment, regardless of whether they are here or not. And no, I am not a polite person by most standards. I have earned my authority through deeds more meaningful than simply indulging in sin especially skillfully."
He's not even looking at Donquixote at this point, and his gloved hand is not near his weapon. Don would probably notice that any Abyssal energy in the area is being drawn toward this arrogant man.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Ooooh. I like you, much more interesting than some people I’ve seen before, though you shouldn’t assume what I do or what I’ve done. I’ll leave my feet off of you table, but I’d like to talk with you, possibly even spar, though that is much less likely.” Barbeau can feel dark energies pushing back against the shadow energy, and then suddenly pulling it in, making it disappear “Does that sound reasonable to you, Mr?”
The man seems to be absorbing energy passively, from abyssal to simple thermal energy, as it seems to be slightly colder in the room for some reason. "Chef. You will call me Chef for now." His dark eyes pass over the tiefling. "If you were one of my guests, I would deny you the privilege of talking to me. As it stands, that is not the case. What is it you wish to talk about?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He chuckles at the cold, mock shivering a bit “Some of these fine customers might just like their restaurant room temperature, so it might be rude to deny them of that don’t you think?” He sits back down and gestures a seat for the chef to sit in “Let’s talk about you, after all we’ve only just met.”
The chef calmly walks over to the fireplace and begins building a fire. "I am a chef. The Head Chef aboard a ship called the Gut. It is powered by a shard of the Abyss. As a cambion, I have unusual features, one of which is that I absorb energy. Abyssal energy included. It is not a choice on my part. Because of the amount of Abyssal energy I absorb on a daily basis, I have the powers of an Archfiend: reality warping, demon creation, the works. Now how about you?" He stands up before the roaring flame.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well I am Donquixote the Gambler, I don’t do much other than doing the occasional job for my boss, who is the Supreme judge of the high court. I am just a regular Tiefling with darkness and shadow manipulation, able to slice reality in two, that sort of thing. Nothing important like that.”
"Cushy job. I remember. You almost got a reservation on the Gut once. I vetoed it. Got me in a heap of trouble. Could've made a load of money too. Mr. Fancy Toy, working for Mr. Ineffectual Legal System." He dusts off his gloves.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*hey hey everyone*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Heyo!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Oh I remember that. I don’t think I was going to go anyway, the supreme judge is an absolutely tiring person, but when you have a job you have to stick to it, especially when it isn’t annoying to do the job.” He begins to pick through his teeth.
"That's why I vetoed you. You wouldn't have appreciated the effort we put in just for you. Worse, you are... inexhaustibly violent. Relentless and precise in your approach. There was no way we could control you without disrupting the other guests." He stretches. The room is barely warmed by the flames.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Thirteen is intensely editing his research paper at the end booth.
Loriche is out of the Ethereal Plane, wearily setting up camp in the woods.
Mauric is tending to his potted plants on the roof.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Thank you, I try to make my job where I don’t have to come back a second time.” He grins “Though I wouldn’t have killed anyone while I was eating, unless someone was rude enough to disrupt my meal, then I wouldn’t know what I’d do.” Don radiates enough heat to keep himself warm.
"My job is to make sure such things do not happen, in addition to dealing with the menu and the paperwork." The Chef sits in a chair and orders a drink for Don, but not for himself. "And while your work is appreciated, I'd like to keep it far away from me. I seek peace in my life, and I'm willing to silence others to reach it. I doubt I have the strength to silence you should you choose to cause me trouble."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Luckily enough I don’t have a problem with you, and thank you for getting my favorite, if you ever need me for anything just ask, you know how good I am at my job.” Once the drink arrives he chugs it down, “I don’t want to be enemies with you by any stretch of my broad imagination. Especially with your particular skills I’ve heard so much about.”
*Jobah did you forget that Damian is still in that Abyssal portal?*
*yes indeed i did forget*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.