A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
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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.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
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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.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
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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.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
She takes the paper again and writes again, in broken common. "Kyu Maymoon. No sorry. Is fine. Battle scar."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
She raises an eyebrow
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
She takes the paper again and writes again, in broken common. "Kyu Maymoon. No sorry. Is fine. Battle scar."
"Pleasure to meet you Kyu." Theren writes with a smile.
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
She raises an eyebrow
He giggles. "Oh, yes..." He begins to examine the patterns that the dust has formed on the floor. "Plenty of Evil here... but more Chaos than Evil, strangely." He turns back to her. "Sorry, what was the issue again?"
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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.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
She takes the paper again and writes again, in broken common. "Kyu Maymoon. No sorry. Is fine. Battle scar."
"Pleasure to meet you Kyu." Theren writes with a smile.
"Nice Meet." She writes and nods her head
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
She takes the paper again and writes again, in broken common. "Kyu Maymoon. No sorry. Is fine. Battle scar."
"Pleasure to meet you Kyu." Theren writes with a smile.
"Nice Meet." She writes and nods her head
"You know I can restore your tongue if you'd like. I have a wish scroll."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
She raises an eyebrow
He giggles. "Oh, yes..." He begins to examine the patterns that the dust has formed on the floor. "Plenty of Evil here... but more Chaos than Evil, strangely." He turns back to her. "Sorry, what was the issue again?"
She shrugs and watches him
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
She raises an eyebrow
He giggles. "Oh, yes..." He begins to examine the patterns that the dust has formed on the floor. "Plenty of Evil here... but more Chaos than Evil, strangely." He turns back to her. "Sorry, what was the issue again?"
She shrugs and watches him
He pats himself down, looking for something. He sighs. "They took my book. That thing was worth millions." He turns to her. "Speaking of which, you're an adventurer right? How would you feel about getting a book of wisdom from some misguided souls for me? Trust me, I can pay you well."
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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.
A man in a green cloak walks in. Swords cross over his back in an X pattern. He looks around the tavern for a moment before lowering the hood and smiling. The half-elf has short black hair, green eyes with golden flecks, and fair skin. He sits down at a table takes a drink from a small hip flask.
The Harengon looks over and tilts her head, her eyes emotionless. She then sips her carrot juice and sharpens her dagger.
Theren gives her a friendly wave and a friendly smile.
She gets up and walks over. She points at his ears then tugs at her own.
Theren tilts his head for a moment before writing down on a sheet of paper. "What is wrong with my ears?"
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
She takes the paper again and writes again, in broken common. "Kyu Maymoon. No sorry. Is fine. Battle scar."
"Pleasure to meet you Kyu." Theren writes with a smile.
"Nice Meet." She writes and nods her head
"You know I can restore your tongue if you'd like. I have a wish scroll."
"To much burden. Not worth it." She wrote
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A female Harengon with cream colored fur trimmed with darker black fur walks into the tavern. She stands about 3'8 as has powerfully built forearms and legs. Her pure black eyes shine like pieces of polished obsidian. She walks over to the bar and lays down three silver coins.
"A carrot juice please."
She sits against the bar. She wears a black tank-top and sweatpants, black leather armor, and has two daggers in sheaths around her thighs. She carries a coil of rope around her shoulder that seems to have woven metal in it.
*Hey, I'm that type of wierdo too!*
The Malogist writes up a quick description of her, noting her eyes and the difference between regular black eyes and ones infused with evil.
The Harengon raises an eyebrow at them as the bartender slides her carrot juice down the bar to her. She sips it and keeps narrowed eyes on them.
"For posterity's sake," explains the dark magician. "This place is pretty much suffused with Vile Darkness. I'm studying it."
She raises an eyebrow and tilts her head, her ears flopping to the side a bit.
"If something bad happens to you, like, say, demonic possession, I can write down what happened so no one else has to suffer the same thing. It's actually my job and my religion to do this stuff."
"Mn" She makes a noise that sounds like she doesnt believe him.
He ignores it and continues his sketches.
He begins walking around the room, examining all the dark corners.
She keeps an eye on him. She sharpens her dagger before looking back over.
He's now casting a spell on one of the aforementioned dark corners of the room.
She gets up and walks over, tugging at his sleeve. Her emotionless eyes looking up at him.
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
She raises an eyebrow
He giggles. "Oh, yes..." He begins to examine the patterns that the dust has formed on the floor. "Plenty of Evil here... but more Chaos than Evil, strangely." He turns back to her. "Sorry, what was the issue again?"
She shrugs and watches him
He pats himself down, looking for something. He sighs. "They took my book. That thing was worth millions." He turns to her. "Speaking of which, you're an adventurer right? How would you feel about getting a book of wisdom from some misguided souls for me? Trust me, I can pay you well."
She shakes her head and takes his arm and traces the word "Assassin" on it.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
He looks down at her. "Is there a problem, miss? I mean, other than my somewhat invasive practices. Trust me, this is all for research purposes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She takes the paper and quickly writes down in broken common "Fey Human. Elf Man."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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She shakes her head and points at the dark before pulling out a dagger
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Theren nods then starts to speak in Sylvan to her. "Can you understand me? I figured this might be easier to speak like this."
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"I'm checking the... vibe, for want of a better term." He peers into the darkness. "Why? Do you see something yet?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She shakes her head and opens her mouth. She points inside to where... she has no tongue.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She shakes her head before turning towards the darkness and spitting towards it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Therens eyes widen and then he frowns. He quickly writes on the paper in sylvan. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to assume. Yes I am a elf man. A half-elf. My name is Theren. Whats yours?"
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He mutters something under his breath and a bright red flame engulfs his hand, lighting up the darkness.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
She takes the paper again and writes again, in broken common. "Kyu Maymoon. No sorry. Is fine. Battle scar."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She raises an eyebrow
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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"Pleasure to meet you Kyu." Theren writes with a smile.
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He giggles. "Oh, yes..." He begins to examine the patterns that the dust has formed on the floor. "Plenty of Evil here... but more Chaos than Evil, strangely." He turns back to her. "Sorry, what was the issue again?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Nice Meet." She writes and nods her head
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You know I can restore your tongue if you'd like. I have a wish scroll."
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She shrugs and watches him
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He pats himself down, looking for something. He sighs. "They took my book. That thing was worth millions." He turns to her. "Speaking of which, you're an adventurer right? How would you feel about getting a book of wisdom from some misguided souls for me? Trust me, I can pay you well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"To much burden. Not worth it." She wrote
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She shakes her head and takes his arm and traces the word "Assassin" on it.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Ah. Shame. I'll have to hire a Yugoloth for that, then."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.