Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
"Oh, I know the truth. I assure you, you're the one that's in the dark."
At the sight of the winged, turquoise shadow monster, Grayson's eyes widen and they recoil slightly, then they settle back into their seat a bit. "You must have a... talented costume artist here, yes?"
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
"Oh, I know the truth. I assure you, you're the one that's in the dark."
At the sight of the winged, turquoise shadow monster, Grayson's eyes widen and they recoil slightly, then they settle back into their seat a bit. "You must have a... talented costume artist here, yes?"
*I like this Grayson. It's fun to see him denying everything :)*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
Given the other staff's appearences, the owlin wasn't sure what they were expecting. The Master appears to be a corpulent shadow monster stuffed into a suit made for an ever-so-slightly slightly smaller creature. He flexes his wings as he wipes his face with a handkerchief. He smiles, revealing the dim turquoise light glowing inside his body, and the shape of his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"I heard that you wanted me? I'm up for anything!"
"Oh, well, um... are the decorations for some celebration? This whole place seems to be... trying to say something."
"Oh, you see, the world that this domain, Wikkeren, is from, had an annual celebration called the Night of Spirits. Given the local culture, and the number of actual spirits we have as staff, we - and by that I mean me and the Hold - have decided to celebrate the holiday! It sure brings in a lot of guests! In fact, we, heh, usually... don't have anything to do, most of the rest of the year. Heh."
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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.
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
"Oh, I know the truth. I assure you, you're the one that's in the dark."
At the sight of the winged, turquoise shadow monster, Grayson's eyes widen and they recoil slightly, then they settle back into their seat a bit. "You must have a... talented costume artist here, yes?"
*I like this Grayson. It's fun to see him denying everything :)*
*Thanks. I just tried to think of the kind of person I would least enjoy having a conversation with and threw that into a character.*
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
"Oh, I know the truth. I assure you, you're the one that's in the dark."
At the sight of the winged, turquoise shadow monster, Grayson's eyes widen and they recoil slightly, then they settle back into their seat a bit. "You must have a... talented costume artist here, yes?"
The Master pauses for a moment. "Thank you, but please don't refer to it as a costume. There might be children nearby, and we don't want to ruin their fun, do we?" From his tone of voice, it seems like he's afraid of breaking Grayson's brain.
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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.
Grayson is drinking their ale, listening to the conversation between the suit and the owlin. When the suit calls itself a poltergeist, Grayson snorts. "You expect me to believe this place is really haunted? Everybody knows ghosts aren't real!" They seem a bit more frightened, but they're trying not to show it.
"Oh?" The owlin seems to smile. "I myself happen to be a necromancer, and might be inclined to disagree with you."
"You know, the mind can play its tricks on one. You may think you're a necromancer, sure, but it's really just a delusion you've trapped yourself in. Necromancy isn't real."
"You'll find out the truth soon enough, I suspect."
"Oh, I know the truth. I assure you, you're the one that's in the dark."
At the sight of the winged, turquoise shadow monster, Grayson's eyes widen and they recoil slightly, then they settle back into their seat a bit. "You must have a... talented costume artist here, yes?"
The Master pauses for a moment. "Thank you, but please don't refer to it as a costume. There might be children nearby, and we don't want to ruin their fun, do we?" From his tone of voice, it seems like he's afraid of breaking Grayson's brain.
Grayson is very confused.
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
Given the other staff's appearences, the owlin wasn't sure what they were expecting. The Master appears to be a corpulent shadow monster stuffed into a suit made for an ever-so-slightly slightly smaller creature. He flexes his wings as he wipes his face with a handkerchief. He smiles, revealing the dim turquoise light glowing inside his body, and the shape of his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"I heard that you wanted me? I'm up for anything!"
"Oh, well, um... are the decorations for some celebration? This whole place seems to be... trying to say something."
"Oh, you see, the world that this domain, Wikkeren, is from, had an annual celebration called the Night of Spirits. Given the local culture, and the number of actual spirits we have as staff, we - and by that I mean me and the Hold - have decided to celebrate the holiday! It sure brings in a lot of guests! In fact, we, heh, usually... don't have anything to do, most of the rest of the year. Heh."
"Well, this 'Night of Spirits' sounds very entertaining!" The owlin pauses. "What exactly are you, anyways?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
An oversized bird, an owlin once you take a moment to look at it, enters the tavern. It approaches the suit, and stares at it curiously, bright golden eyes adjusting to the lighting inside. The owlin has jet-black feathers, has a small leather pouch and a backpack with some odds and ends sticking out of it. "There's a cold wind outside tonight. Do you have a drink that could warm my wings?" he asks.
"Of course," answers the invisible specter.
A large bottle shaped like a saint bernard floats to the bar and pours out its contents into a mug, filling it halfway.
"A drink to warm the coldest of hearts. It should suffice for your wings." Comes the monotone growl.
The owlin grasps the mug with its talons, and takes a long swig. "Thank you." He glances around the room.
The room is constructed out of dark grey bricks and similarly colored wood from the nearby forest. Orange, green, and purple decorations are the norm. Undead monsters and shadow creatures, all unusually plump for their kind, are caring for guests and setting up decorations.
*Cool*
"Do you have a name?" the owlin asks the invisible, suited being.
"No. I forgot it long ago. That is the nature of poltergeists, I'm afraid. If you wish to speak with someone with a name for some reason, I can call down the Master. He has many."
"The Master... sure, he sounds interesting. Not that you aren't, my friend."
"Oh, no. I sold most of what made me interesting. Housing for the undead is expensive outside the Hold."
The phantom starts doing... something. You hear a deep voice call from upstairs. "Coming!"
*oh, can he see the stairs from where he is?*
The owlin waits in anticipation.
Given the other staff's appearences, the owlin wasn't sure what they were expecting. The Master appears to be a corpulent shadow monster stuffed into a suit made for an ever-so-slightly slightly smaller creature. He flexes his wings as he wipes his face with a handkerchief. He smiles, revealing the dim turquoise light glowing inside his body, and the shape of his jack-o-lantern mouth.
"I heard that you wanted me? I'm up for anything!"
"Oh, well, um... are the decorations for some celebration? This whole place seems to be... trying to say something."
"Oh, you see, the world that this domain, Wikkeren, is from, had an annual celebration called the Night of Spirits. Given the local culture, and the number of actual spirits we have as staff, we - and by that I mean me and the Hold - have decided to celebrate the holiday! It sure brings in a lot of guests! In fact, we, heh, usually... don't have anything to do, most of the rest of the year. Heh."
"Well, this 'Night of Spirits' sounds very entertaining!" The owlin pauses. "What exactly are you, anyways?"
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
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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.
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
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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.
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring 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.
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
"Well, you can explore, for one. The Hold rearranges itself on a regular basis in a constant attempt to improve, so it could be fun to find what weird rooms it decided to stitch together. There are also some games, fortune tellers, and interesting staff members in the games room... if you can find it, that is. The courtyard has plenty of training equipment for both martial and magical disciplines. You might enjoy the catacombs since we're always finding new stuff down there, including undead that usually join the staff after seeing what life is like in the Domains.
There's also a library, and not even I know all the books in there. Except for the romance section. Also, avoid books that mention Strahd in the title. Exactly 82% of them are just low-quality smut. Believe me, I know."
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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.
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
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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.
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
"What he can do? Can't be too bad, can it?"
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I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
"Oh, I know the truth. I assure you, you're the one that's in the dark."
At the sight of the winged, turquoise shadow monster, Grayson's eyes widen and they recoil slightly, then they settle back into their seat a bit. "You must have a... talented costume artist here, yes?"
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
*I like this Grayson. It's fun to see him denying everything :)*
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"Oh, you see, the world that this domain, Wikkeren, is from, had an annual celebration called the Night of Spirits. Given the local culture, and the number of actual spirits we have as staff, we - and by that I mean me and the Hold - have decided to celebrate the holiday! It sure brings in a lot of guests! In fact, we, heh, usually... don't have anything to do, most of the rest of the year. Heh."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks. I just tried to think of the kind of person I would least enjoy having a conversation with and threw that into a character.*
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
The Master pauses for a moment. "Thank you, but please don't refer to it as a costume. There might be children nearby, and we don't want to ruin their fun, do we?" From his tone of voice, it seems like he's afraid of breaking Grayson's brain.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grayson is very confused.
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
"Well, this 'Night of Spirits' sounds very entertaining!" The owlin pauses. "What exactly are you, anyways?"
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"Oh, I'm what is referred to as a 'darkborn.' I am a nightmare spirit that bound itself into a humanoid form in order to have a better relationship with humans. Specifically one human. He was the love of my life." He gazes into space dreamily for a second, then catches himself. "We actually designed the Nightmare Hold together. He died a couple of hundred years back though. I don't feel too sad about it anymore, so don't worry. He led a full life, and he got to pass on happily, which is a rare thing in the Domains."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I'm glad you're here to tell the tale, then." He looks into the darkborn's face. "Do you have any names besides the Master?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Yes, uh, many, actually. I usually go by the Master or Mr. John Krithe, but I have more names than I can count. The Beast, the Hollow Lord, the Black Architect, Krithe the Wretched, and on and on and on. Most of them aren't very nice. The people of the Mists aren't very welcoming of differences, usually."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"The people of the Mists? Is that the staff here?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*also, are you the Darklord of Nightmare Hold because of Drummer's title for you??*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Oh, no! The staff are very accepting of outsiders. You see, we are all in a place called the Domains of Dread. It consists of an unknown amount of horrible little places floating around on a sea of toxic Mists. The people of those horrible little places, which are the titular Domains, by the way, are who I was referring to."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Yes, actually.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Ah, thank you for the explanation. And I'm glad that I, too, will be accepted here. Oh, and my name is Grakir, by the way." He pauses. "Is there anything... entertaining to do around here?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*Nice, I like it :)*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Well, you can explore, for one. The Hold rearranges itself on a regular basis in a constant attempt to improve, so it could be fun to find what weird rooms it decided to stitch together. There are also some games, fortune tellers, and interesting staff members in the games room... if you can find it, that is. The courtyard has plenty of training equipment for both martial and magical disciplines. You might enjoy the catacombs since we're always finding new stuff down there, including undead that usually join the staff after seeing what life is like in the Domains.
There's also a library, and not even I know all the books in there. Except for the romance section. Also, avoid books that mention Strahd in the title. Exactly 82% of them are just low-quality smut. Believe me, I know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Grayson is still skeptically listening to this conversation. He shakes his head and chuckles, looking at The Master and Grakir. "You two are mad. Cling to your dark fantasies if you wish, I suppose." He looks away, back towards the bar. "Suit! Another drink!"
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?
The spirit pours another drink. "A word of advice: don't call the master 'mad.' He is the... owner of this establishment, and he can be as dangerous as he is theatrical. Even some of the staff fear what he can do."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"What he can do? Can't be too bad, can it?"
I am the Godly Spleen-Giver. I will sell you spleens for 5 GP (prices negotiable). Don't ask where I got them. I am also Evil Dungeoning, apparently.
I play Rose and some other guy in The Soldier's Rally and Grayson in The Nightmare Hold. Come join! It'll be fun... *Evil cackle*
I'm definitely not currently in the process of creating multiple plans to take over/destroy the world. Why would you think that?