As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
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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 looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"You make a fair point, Monsieur." It sounds slightly wrong when he says that with his Irish accent. He conjures two blades, a longsword and a shortsword. They both have one clean cutting edge and a serrated saw blade on the other side. The shortsword seems to be made of bone with cursed runes and ornamentation carved into it, while the longsword is a beautiful, ancient blade forged of raw magical energy, elegant and brutal in equal measure. "How experienced are you at this? I was a huntmaster in my time, but that was sport hunting. If you are my senior in such matters, I would rather be led than lead others astray."
He takes the long sword in his hands, giving a few practiced, expert swings before putting it onto his back, cracking his knuckles and neck “I ain’t no swordsman, but I ain’t no novice with it either. I ain’t sure I’d be able to beat ya, so I think you should take the lead on this one, an be confident in yaself.”
"If you believe in me, how could I do anything but believe too?" He chuckles. His smile hasn't left his tight lips since he met Sparrow. "Well then, let us hunt! I never got to say this before, so... Tally Ho!"
He disapparrates his shortsword and dashes into the woods, low to the ground, his movements near-silent but openly telegraphed to Sparrow and Sparrow alone.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
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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.
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all 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.
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"Its a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Felix follows the child to the tavern, and looks at the dead plants around Lizard Papa. "Oh dear..." he murmurs. "Are you okay, sir?"
They have failed many a time to form some decent vases, looking at a masterfully crafted one. They turn to Felix, their voice rumbling yet quiet “Yes sir, I am perfectly fine.” Tom hugs them, which they return.
"I see." He looks at the failed vases. "Wow, those look amazing. The way they collapsed looks really interesting. Could I possibly buy some from you?" He asks hopefully. He then shakes his head. "Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Felix. I met your child, and he seemed really well-mannered, if a little reckless with who he chooses to talk to."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"You make a fair point, Monsieur." It sounds slightly wrong when he says that with his Irish accent. He conjures two blades, a longsword and a shortsword. They both have one clean cutting edge and a serrated saw blade on the other side. The shortsword seems to be made of bone with cursed runes and ornamentation carved into it, while the longsword is a beautiful, ancient blade forged of raw magical energy, elegant and brutal in equal measure. "How experienced are you at this? I was a huntmaster in my time, but that was sport hunting. If you are my senior in such matters, I would rather be led than lead others astray."
He takes the long sword in his hands, giving a few practiced, expert swings before putting it onto his back, cracking his knuckles and neck “I ain’t no swordsman, but I ain’t no novice with it either. I ain’t sure I’d be able to beat ya, so I think you should take the lead on this one, an be confident in yaself.”
"If you believe in me, how could I do anything but believe too?" He chuckles. His smile hasn't left his tight lips since he met Sparrow. "Well then, let us hunt! I never got to say this before, so... Tally Ho!"
He disapparrates his shortsword and dashes into the woods, low to the ground, his movements near-silent but openly telegraphed to Sparrow and Sparrow alone.
He follows after him, not as quick, but better when it comes to moving around quickly, like a criminal making a break for it. He’s doing good at not making sound as well, but once again, not nearly as good as him. He has a good smile on his face as well.
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”‘’
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
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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.
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"It’s a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
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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.
As if by random chance, people in town have been somehow getting richer or disappearing altogether. Peasants, once so low on the proverbial ladder, suddenly have nearly one million platinum pieces while Nobles, looking down upon the lower class, have suddenly gone missing without a single trace left behind. Along with this, a backroom in the tavern suddenly appeared, and a door led to it unassumingly. The dimensions of the tavern do not include this backroom leading to it being considered an extra-dimensional space somehow attached to the tavern.
The inside is dark, barely lit by a single bulb that hangs overhead. The smell of cigarette smoke, metal, and underlying tones of blood stains the air. The walls are plastered with old brown wallpaper that seems to be peeling a bit. A table sits in the middle of it all, a simple wooden table. On one side is a chair, meant for whoever coming in, and the other side has thick black velvet curtains dividing the area up.
Klei knocks on the door, curious.
The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
He replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all this?”
"It’s a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
A single, withered hand suddenly emerges from behind the curtain. In its hand is a shotgun. It lies on the table and chuckles "You must play a game."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Felix follows the child to the tavern, and looks at the dead plants around Lizard Papa. "Oh dear..." he murmurs. "Are you okay, sir?"
They have failed many a time to form some decent vases, looking at a masterfully crafted one. They turn to Felix, their voice rumbling yet quiet “Yes sir, I am perfectly fine.” Tom hugs them, which they return.
"I see." He looks at the failed vases. "Wow, those look amazing. The way they collapsed looks really interesting. Could I possibly buy some from you?" He asks hopefully. He then shakes his head. "Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Felix. I met your child, and he seemed really well-mannered, if a little reckless with who he chooses to talk to."
He picks up one of the failed vases, raising an eyebrow in confusion “You can have it for free, there isn’t any value to it for anyone else it seems.” He chuckles, “Tim is a reckless one indeed, I’d say it adds to the charm. Nice to meet you Felix, I am Amygdon.”
"I burned him alive in his own restaurant." He says simply, not looking at Riotan.
“Oh. Well, I could easily resurrect him as a demon if you like. Not a super powerful one, but it’ll still be him.”
"I think his soul already belongs to Samaritan. You know, triple skull mask guy."
“Oh yeah I just met him yesterday! He’s the second person along with you that I’ve ever discussed the best methods of cooking and eating my own body with.”
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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.
"If you believe in me, how could I do anything but believe too?" He chuckles. His smile hasn't left his tight lips since he met Sparrow. "Well then, let us hunt! I never got to say this before, so... Tally Ho!"
He disapparrates his shortsword and dashes into the woods, low to the ground, his movements near-silent but openly telegraphed to Sparrow and Sparrow alone.
He follows after him, not as quick, but better when it comes to moving around quickly, like a criminal making a break for it. He’s doing good at not making sound as well, but once again, not nearly as good as him. He has a good smile on his face as well.
Hyacinthe eventually stops rather abruptly, gesturing for Sparrow to come close. There are some deer in front of them.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”‘’
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
He chuckles “My brother will be here soon enough, and he’ll have more info on the situation, as well as my condition that resulted in this in the first place, by the way, what are the laws for mortal possession of a god soul?”
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The door opens and he can see the glint of an eye watching him from behind the curtain. "Hello there."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
“Oh. Well, I could easily resurrect him as a demon if you like. Not a super powerful one, but it’ll still be him.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Uhh… hi?” He says cautiously, his hand on the grip of his shortsword.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Jobah.*
He looks at him suspicious, “Sure. If you can keep me from being trapped in jail, I’ll pay you whatever you like. I doubt you can though, if you’ve heard a fraction of my last trail here, you know things won’t be that easy.”
"Please. Put that away." It scoffs "Wouldn't hurt me anyways."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"If you believe in me, how could I do anything but believe too?" He chuckles. His smile hasn't left his tight lips since he met Sparrow. "Well then, let us hunt! I never got to say this before, so... Tally Ho!"
He disapparrates his shortsword and dashes into the woods, low to the ground, his movements near-silent but openly telegraphed to Sparrow and Sparrow alone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Nay, I have heard naught of you in days anon.” He says sadly. “Ya got a file then?”
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 replaces it in its small leather scabbard. “Okay… so what is all 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.
He nods “Likely I do, and if I don’t it was probably burned as soon as I escaped the first time over.”
"Its a business opportunity, a chance to gain riches, or whatever you would like."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I see." He looks at the failed vases. "Wow, those look amazing. The way they collapsed looks really interesting. Could I possibly buy some from you?" He asks hopefully. He then shakes his head. "Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself. I'm Felix. I met your child, and he seemed really well-mannered, if a little reckless with who he chooses to talk to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He follows after him, not as quick, but better when it comes to moving around quickly, like a criminal making a break for it. He’s doing good at not making sound as well, but once again, not nearly as good as him. He has a good smile on his face as well.
"I think his soul already belongs to Samaritan. You know, triple skull mask guy."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
“Kay. I never take easy cases anyway. I love a good uphill battle, and I won’t charge you too much.” Vitroze takes out a notebook and begins scrawling in it at insane speed.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Well that sounds great! What do I have to do?” Klei looks very excited.
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 single, withered hand suddenly emerges from behind the curtain. In its hand is a shotgun. It lies on the table and chuckles "You must play a game."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He picks up one of the failed vases, raising an eyebrow in confusion “You can have it for free, there isn’t any value to it for anyone else it seems.” He chuckles, “Tim is a reckless one indeed, I’d say it adds to the charm. Nice to meet you Felix, I am Amygdon.”
“Oh yeah I just met him yesterday! He’s the second person along with you that I’ve ever discussed the best methods of cooking and eating my own body with.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Hyacinthe eventually stops rather abruptly, gesturing for Sparrow to come close. There are some deer in front of them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He chuckles “My brother will be here soon enough, and he’ll have more info on the situation, as well as my condition that resulted in this in the first place, by the way, what are the laws for mortal possession of a god soul?”