A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
“Oh you a vampire as well?”
He frowns. “You really think I’d come to a place like this and give such valuable information away for free? Pray tell, what exactly did you do to get here?”
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
“Oh you a vampire as well?”
He frowns. “You really think I’d come to a place like this and give such valuable information away for free? Pray tell, what exactly did you do to get here?”
He frowns even more. “Well… I was invited to the dinner party because I have a diploma in devouring corpses and sucking their blood.”
"Feh. I guess for a party of this caliber, it's acceptable. I just expected more from an embodiment of such a ubiquitous force."
'What would you desire? Usually I stick to relatively pleasant fare, do not want to seem uncivilised or disgusting. But I can get you what you want'
Cato is eating a steak
"You stuck to simple dishes. Inner and Outer planes. A little Feywild. You didn't even touch the Far Realm, let alone the Fugue Plane or even the Gourmet Nightmare. I can even definitively confirm that last one since I have eyes everywhere there. Was going to hunt for yourself, outside your comfort zone, really too much for an event where you gathered as many potential allies as possible? You have the basic flavors here, but anything more esoteric than unicorn or mind flayer was completely ignored. I expected a high-caliber party, yet you are too afraid of making others uncomfortable to show any substantial style. Very milquetoast for an embodiment of evil."
The entity thinks for a second.
"That makes sense, though. One of the worst evils in the world is the bland, Sisyphisian drudgery that most have come to accept as normal. You have managed to cultivate that feeling in the presence of so many evil beings, and when it's those pathetic rulers who define Evil... I would congratulate you, Cato... if I hadn't tasted better wine from the sewers of Yonstore. But since you asked, I'll take something simple. Gruterer's Ransom, with REAL Festus crab and Chocolate Snail. I'm sure it wouldn't take you much time to get those, since you don't have them already judging by your planar selections."
'Yes, indeed. But also, as a weakness, it is itself weak. As in, many people are quickly able to shut it out, to justify their actions, if needs be. And as long as they don't still pretend to believe they are the 'good guys', then that's ideal. You ever broken a person before?'
“Broken in what way? I have bent someone so far their back broke.”
'I meant more their mind, their soul, whatever makes them tick. But breaking a back will do!'
“Oh I see, I can always bring in an axe or very loud noises to rupture their eardrums and make them bleed from their ears…”
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
'Yes, indeed. But also, as a weakness, it is itself weak. As in, many people are quickly able to shut it out, to justify their actions, if needs be. And as long as they don't still pretend to believe they are the 'good guys', then that's ideal. You ever broken a person before?'
“Broken in what way? I have bent someone so far their back broke.”
'I meant more their mind, their soul, whatever makes them tick. But breaking a back will do!'
“Oh I see, I can always bring in an axe or very loud noises to rupture their eardrums and make them bleed from their ears…”
'I do like the sound of that!'
“Indeed, it’s fresh blood from the source and not tainted by rust or steel. You can always put them over a basin as well to not waste any precious blood.”
'I would like to say so, yes. More of a philosopher than an engineer though- my partner Leon takes care of the technical side of putting my plans together'
A terrifying shadow creature walks through the door, taking a vaguely human shaped and sized form. “Not sure what I got invited for. Was it those Skraaaks? I only killed them because I was defending Castle Ätėæšghwòïasx. Andd I might be here because of the Næø Galaxy. That one’s my bad.” *They are a well meaning primordial being, but are quite evil most of the time.* *they refuse to beleive that what they do is bad intentioned, and they state that someone has to take the role, and it might as well be them and not a psychopath. Which is fair enough.*
A man sits in a chair at a table. He’s medium height, with somewhat long black hair that hangs limply on his shoulders. The man’s skin seems not quite real, as if it could be peeled away. His clothing is vibrant and elaborate, and he holds in his hands a tattered pirate’s hat.
'Would you like some freshly squeezed blood wine, sir?'
The man perks up at the mention of blood. He leans forward hungrily. “I’d like nothing more.”
A server delivers him some
The takes a tentative sip and immediately doubles over. He appears to be in immense pain. His skin is trembling and writhing. In many places it splits, revealing a second skin of sleek, alabaster white. He begins chanting to himself, a desperate song of twisted words you don’t recognize. The man manages, just barely, to hold himself together.
Then, all of the sudden, it stops. The man straightens, looking entirely unbothered. He fixes his hair and downs the rest of the glass.
'This wine is mixed with the freshest aasimar blood. You don't like it, blame him' he points to one of the aasimar servers.
'What did you say about the sewers of YonStore?!!'
"Aasimar is child's play. 'Good' is a standby for when 'great' would be too expensive. Anyone can make good food and drink, given the effort. But you invited hundreds of villains from entire realities away. The fact that you dare think that this basic fodder is acceptable for such an event astounds me."
"You heard me. I'll say it again. I've tasted better wine when my sense of smell was clogged by the scent of human waste and rotten sewer dwellers! At least the sewer dwellers think about how good their food will be before ruining it to fit some sort of high-concept elitism."
He frowns. “You really think I’d come to a place like this and give such valuable information away for free? Pray tell, what exactly did you do to get here?”
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He frowns even more. “Well… I was invited to the dinner party because I have a diploma in devouring corpses and sucking their blood.”
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The man realizes there’s really not much he can say to that. He pauses.
“What did you say your name was?”
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Lonely is sitting upside down on the ceiling, tinkering with a mechanical spider.
"You stuck to simple dishes. Inner and Outer planes. A little Feywild. You didn't even touch the Far Realm, let alone the Fugue Plane or even the Gourmet Nightmare. I can even definitively confirm that last one since I have eyes everywhere there. Was going to hunt for yourself, outside your comfort zone, really too much for an event where you gathered as many potential allies as possible? You have the basic flavors here, but anything more esoteric than unicorn or mind flayer was completely ignored. I expected a high-caliber party, yet you are too afraid of making others uncomfortable to show any substantial style. Very milquetoast for an embodiment of evil."
The entity thinks for a second.
"That makes sense, though. One of the worst evils in the world is the bland, Sisyphisian drudgery that most have come to accept as normal. You have managed to cultivate that feeling in the presence of so many evil beings, and when it's those pathetic rulers who define Evil... I would congratulate you, Cato... if I hadn't tasted better wine from the sewers of Yonstore.
But since you asked, I'll take something simple. Gruterer's Ransom, with REAL Festus crab and Chocolate Snail. I'm sure it wouldn't take you much time to get those, since you don't have them already judging by your planar selections."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
'This wine is mixed with the freshest aasimar blood. You don't like it, blame him' he points to one of the aasimar servers.
'What did you say about the sewers of YonStore?!!'
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'I do like the sound of that!'
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“Indeed, it’s fresh blood from the source and not tainted by rust or steel. You can always put them over a basin as well to not waste any precious blood.”
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'And genius like that is why you were invited!'
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He chuckles. “Ahh I get a stroke of genius from now and then.”
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'Such a shame that the people out there do not appreciate our genius, is it not? Perhaps we could work together sometime?'
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“Of course. Do you consider yourself an genius as well?”
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'I would like to say so, yes. More of a philosopher than an engineer though- my partner Leon takes care of the technical side of putting my plans together'
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“Ahh yes, the philosophy. I myself lean more towards that although I am adept in both.”
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'So, do you have any enemies in particular?'
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A terrifying shadow creature walks through the door, taking a vaguely human shaped and sized form. “Not sure what I got invited for. Was it those Skraaaks? I only killed them because I was defending Castle Ätėæšghwòïasx. Andd I might be here because of the Næø Galaxy. That one’s my bad.” *They are a well meaning primordial being, but are quite evil most of the time.* *they refuse to beleive that what they do is bad intentioned, and they state that someone has to take the role, and it might as well be them and not a psychopath. Which is fair enough.*
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“Only those who sent me to my grave.” He says with an indifferent shrug.
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The takes a tentative sip and immediately doubles over. He appears to be in immense pain. His skin is trembling and writhing. In many places it splits, revealing a second skin of sleek, alabaster white. He begins chanting to himself, a desperate song of twisted words you don’t recognize. The man manages, just barely, to hold himself together.
Then, all of the sudden, it stops. The man straightens, looking entirely unbothered. He fixes his hair and downs the rest of the glass.
“Next round’s on me!”
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"Aasimar is child's play. 'Good' is a standby for when 'great' would be too expensive. Anyone can make good food and drink, given the effort. But you invited hundreds of villains from entire realities away. The fact that you dare think that this basic fodder is acceptable for such an event astounds me."
"You heard me. I'll say it again. I've tasted better wine when my sense of smell was clogged by the scent of human waste and rotten sewer dwellers! At least the sewer dwellers think about how good their food will be before ruining it to fit some sort of high-concept elitism."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.