He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
A vampire sits before him. The undead seems eager. "Okay, so here's the deal. I draw the card, and I tell you what it means. I don't know exactly what it means, but we'll know the basics. Ready to play?"
He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
A vampire sits before him. The undead seems eager. "Okay, so here's the deal. I draw the card, and I tell you what it means. I don't know exactly what it means, but we'll know the basics. Ready to play?"
"Oh, yes!" He studies the vampire with a small smile.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
A vampire sits before him. The undead seems eager. "Okay, so here's the deal. I draw the card, and I tell you what it means. I don't know exactly what it means, but we'll know the basics. Ready to play?"
"Oh, yes!" He studies the vampire with a small smile.
"Okay..." He shuffles the deck, then draws a card. "The Bishop. Eight of Glyphs. Right side up. Glyphs represent spirituality, faith, and inner strength. The bishop represents strict adherence to a code or belief, or it could represent those who plot, plan, or scheme. Now, this may not be you, but it will certainly be someone close to you if not."
He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
A vampire sits before him. The undead seems eager. "Okay, so here's the deal. I draw the card, and I tell you what it means. I don't know exactly what it means, but we'll know the basics. Ready to play?"
"Oh, yes!" He studies the vampire with a small smile.
"Okay..." He shuffles the deck, then draws a card. "The Bishop. Eight of Glyphs. Right side up. Glyphs represent spirituality, faith, and inner strength. The bishop represents strict adherence to a code or belief, or it could represent those who plot, plan, or scheme. Now, this may not be you, but it will certainly be someone close to you if not."
"Hmmm... intriguing. I definitely have schemed against those who try to oppose me, and now I command their corpses. And, I guess I do interact with forms of spirituality and inner strength... What about you? Can you tell me your own fortune?"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
He enters, and looks around, fiddling with a little deck of purple cards that he has, with eyes painted on them that look in the direction of anyone that is peaking at your cards.
*is there a little description of the room or something?*
*Ooooohhhhh. Okay!*
The room looks like something between a Chucky E Cheese's and a casino. Games of any kind imaginable are stacked against the walls and on tables in the middle of the purple-carpeted room. Many undead and constructs are playing or running games.
*Thanks*
He smiles, and performs a few card tricks for some of the creatures in the room.
He gets some claps from the undead, but the construct dealers seem unimpressed.
He notices this, and faces one of the constructs. "Do you know any good tricks?" (saying this almost as a challenge)
The machine holds the deck in one hand. It bends the cards, then flips them, one by one, through the air into their other hand. It then shuffles the deck and fans it out. The cards seem to be fully shuffled, except for one thing: they are only shuffled by suit. Numerically, they are in perfect order. "We constructs don't learn magic, so we learn other tricks."
"Very nice. Must be quite useful, when needing to sort cards, or anything like that." Grakir doesn't feel like trying to one-up them anymore, since they don't do magic, so he continues to explore (either this same room, or goes back to the tavern if there is nothing else worthy of notice).
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
A vampire sits before him. The undead seems eager. "Okay, so here's the deal. I draw the card, and I tell you what it means. I don't know exactly what it means, but we'll know the basics. Ready to play?"
"Oh, yes!" He studies the vampire with a small smile.
"Okay..." He shuffles the deck, then draws a card. "The Bishop. Eight of Glyphs. Right side up. Glyphs represent spirituality, faith, and inner strength. The bishop represents strict adherence to a code or belief, or it could represent those who plot, plan, or scheme. Now, this may not be you, but it will certainly be someone close to you if not."
"Hmmm... intriguing. I definitely have schemed against those who try to oppose me, and now I command their corpses. And, I guess I do interact with forms of spirituality and inner strength... What about you? Can you tell me your own fortune?"
"Of course, just let me..." He draws another card. "Huh. The Raven. High deck, so it has no number or suit. It represents either a hidden source of information, a fortunate turn of events, or a secret potential for good. Neat!"
Erica floats up to him. "Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could get a job here? Now that I'm...." She looks down at her semi-translucent arm. "you know."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Erica floats up to him. "Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could get a job here? Now that I'm...." She looks down at her semi-translucent arm. "you know."
"Why of course! We would accept someone as willing as you even if you weren't... you know."
Erica floats up to him. "Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could get a job here? Now that I'm...." She looks down at her semi-translucent arm. "you know."
"Why of course! We would accept someone as willing as you even if you weren't... you know."
"Sounds good! So... I presume there's some qualifications I have to meet?"
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Erica floats up to him. "Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could get a job here? Now that I'm...." She looks down at her semi-translucent arm. "you know."
"Why of course! We would accept someone as willing as you even if you weren't... you know."
"Sounds good! So... I presume there's some qualifications I have to meet?"
"You just need to follow the rules and serve the guests. You typically won't be paid in money unless you specifically ask, but you will get a free room, food, whatever you need."
There is a fortune teller's tent (yes, it is indoors), if he wants to go there.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Grakir has always loved the thought of divination and such, but never really understood it, so he will enter, with a curious mind.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
A vampire sits before him. The undead seems eager. "Okay, so here's the deal. I draw the card, and I tell you what it means. I don't know exactly what it means, but we'll know the basics. Ready to play?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Oh, yes!" He studies the vampire with a small smile.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Okay..." He shuffles the deck, then draws a card. "The Bishop. Eight of Glyphs. Right side up. Glyphs represent spirituality, faith, and inner strength. The bishop represents strict adherence to a code or belief, or it could represent those who plot, plan, or scheme. Now, this may not be you, but it will certainly be someone close to you if not."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hmmm... intriguing. I definitely have schemed against those who try to oppose me, and now I command their corpses. And, I guess I do interact with forms of spirituality and inner strength... What about you? Can you tell me your own fortune?"
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Of course, just let me..." He draws another card. "Huh. The Raven. High deck, so it has no number or suit. It represents either a hidden source of information, a fortunate turn of events, or a secret potential for good. Neat!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Thank you for the... information. Quite insightful, and useful."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Come back any time now!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Grakir thanks him again, and goes back to the tavern.
*gtg for a couple hours*
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
*I expected as such.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*heh, sorry.*
Grakir is sitting at a table, sorting through the contents of his component pouch.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
The Master is setting up more decorations.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Erica floats up to him. "Hi! I was wondering if maybe I could get a job here? Now that I'm...." She looks down at her semi-translucent arm. "you know."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Rose is curled on the couch, staring at people
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
"Why of course! We would accept someone as willing as you even if you weren't... you know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Sounds good! So... I presume there's some qualifications I have to meet?"
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
Grakir stares back at Rose, his golden eyes gleaming in the dim light.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"You just need to follow the rules and serve the guests. You typically won't be paid in money unless you specifically ask, but you will get a free room, food, whatever you need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rose raises an eyebrow "Watcha looking at?" He grumbles
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