"Welcome. What can I getcha?" Misty stops taking out her anger on the poor half-finished doormat, and steps up behind the counter to attend to the newcomer.
"Do you have Dredge? You might not know it by the name. It's pulped flesh of supernatural creatures, tainted black by age and sin."
He doesn't stop cleaning his pistol.
"If you don't, I'll just have some water. But I'd pay heavy for some Dredge right now."
"We probably have it, gimme just a second." Misty ducks back behind the counter and pops up with a bottle labled "DREDGE" in bright, shiny black letters. "If this ain't it, I don't know what it could be. I'll give you a taste for free, just to make sure it's what you want." She gets out a shot glass and pours a small amount into it, sliding it over to them.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Deryk walks downstairs covered in a red substance and dust, "They're back on the 71st floor again." he coughs up smoke, "Can't figure out where they're coming from."
"What?"
"Did I not tell you about the rats? Huge things. Hugeeee."
"Welcome. What can I getcha?" Misty stops taking out her anger on the poor half-finished doormat, and steps up behind the counter to attend to the newcomer.
"Do you have Dredge? You might not know it by the name. It's pulped flesh of supernatural creatures, tainted black by age and sin."
He doesn't stop cleaning his pistol.
"If you don't, I'll just have some water. But I'd pay heavy for some Dredge right now."
"We probably have it, gimme just a second." Misty ducks back behind the counter and pops up with a bottle labled "DREDGE" in bright, shiny black letters. "If this ain't it, I don't know what it could be. I'll give you a taste for free, just to make sure it's what you want." She gets out a shot glass and pours a small amount into it, sliding it over to them.
He takes a sip. It runs down his exposed 'internals.' "This tastes about right. Septic and laced with black magic." He pours the rest into the pistol and continues cleaning it. He pauses for a moment, then places about 20 platinum pieces down on the bar. "Some more, please. I can pay in coin."
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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.
Deryk walks downstairs covered in a red substance and dust, "They're back on the 71st floor again." he coughs up smoke, "Can't figure out where they're coming from."
"What?"
"Did I not tell you about the rats? Huge things. Hugeeee."
"Oh, the rats. I'll get em, easily. Can you watch the bar while I take care of it?" She unsheathes the claws of one hand, the dark, sharp bone glinting in the tavern light.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
"Welcome. What can I getcha?" Misty stops taking out her anger on the poor half-finished doormat, and steps up behind the counter to attend to the newcomer.
"Do you have Dredge? You might not know it by the name. It's pulped flesh of supernatural creatures, tainted black by age and sin."
He doesn't stop cleaning his pistol.
"If you don't, I'll just have some water. But I'd pay heavy for some Dredge right now."
"We probably have it, gimme just a second." Misty ducks back behind the counter and pops up with a bottle labled "DREDGE" in bright, shiny black letters. "If this ain't it, I don't know what it could be. I'll give you a taste for free, just to make sure it's what you want." She gets out a shot glass and pours a small amount into it, sliding it over to them.
He takes a sip. It runs down his exposed 'internals.' "This tastes about right. Septic and laced with black magic." He pours the rest into the pistol and continues cleaning it. He pauses for a moment, then places about 20 platinum pieces down on the bar. "Some more, please. I can pay in coin."
Misty nods her head, a strange look on her face as she watches him pour the liquid into the pistol. She serves him a wine glass of it, filling the cup only about a quarter of the way. "I'm not sure if this is how you serve it, but here you go." She slides the glass over to him and takes the platinum.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
Deryk walks downstairs covered in a red substance and dust, "They're back on the 71st floor again." he coughs up smoke, "Can't figure out where they're coming from."
"What?"
"Did I not tell you about the rats? Huge things. Hugeeee."
"Oh, the rats. I'll get em, easily. Can you watch the bar while I take care of it?" She unsheathes the claws of one hand, the dark, sharp bone glinting in the tavern light.
Deryk laughs, "Alright Misty, give it your best shot then."
"Welcome. What can I getcha?" Misty stops taking out her anger on the poor half-finished doormat, and steps up behind the counter to attend to the newcomer.
"Do you have Dredge? You might not know it by the name. It's pulped flesh of supernatural creatures, tainted black by age and sin."
He doesn't stop cleaning his pistol.
"If you don't, I'll just have some water. But I'd pay heavy for some Dredge right now."
"We probably have it, gimme just a second." Misty ducks back behind the counter and pops up with a bottle labled "DREDGE" in bright, shiny black letters. "If this ain't it, I don't know what it could be. I'll give you a taste for free, just to make sure it's what you want." She gets out a shot glass and pours a small amount into it, sliding it over to them.
He takes a sip. It runs down his exposed 'internals.' "This tastes about right. Septic and laced with black magic." He pours the rest into the pistol and continues cleaning it. He pauses for a moment, then places about 20 platinum pieces down on the bar. "Some more, please. I can pay in coin."
Misty nods her head, a strange look on her face as she watches him pour the liquid into the pistol. She serves him a wine glass of it, filling the cup only about a quarter of the way. "I'm not sure if this is how you serve it, but here you go." She slides the glass over to him and takes the platinum.
The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
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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.
Deryk walks downstairs covered in a red substance and dust, "They're back on the 71st floor again." he coughs up smoke, "Can't figure out where they're coming from."
"What?"
"Did I not tell you about the rats? Huge things. Hugeeee."
"Oh, the rats. I'll get em, easily. Can you watch the bar while I take care of it?" She unsheathes the claws of one hand, the dark, sharp bone glinting in the tavern light.
Deryk laughs, "Alright Misty, give it your best shot then."
"Those rat's won't know what hit em. Cats are their natural predators, after all." And she sets up the stairs, stomping away with determination.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
"Welcome. What can I getcha?" Misty stops taking out her anger on the poor half-finished doormat, and steps up behind the counter to attend to the newcomer.
"Do you have Dredge? You might not know it by the name. It's pulped flesh of supernatural creatures, tainted black by age and sin."
He doesn't stop cleaning his pistol.
"If you don't, I'll just have some water. But I'd pay heavy for some Dredge right now."
"We probably have it, gimme just a second." Misty ducks back behind the counter and pops up with a bottle labled "DREDGE" in bright, shiny black letters. "If this ain't it, I don't know what it could be. I'll give you a taste for free, just to make sure it's what you want." She gets out a shot glass and pours a small amount into it, sliding it over to them.
He takes a sip. It runs down his exposed 'internals.' "This tastes about right. Septic and laced with black magic." He pours the rest into the pistol and continues cleaning it. He pauses for a moment, then places about 20 platinum pieces down on the bar. "Some more, please. I can pay in coin."
Misty nods her head, a strange look on her face as she watches him pour the liquid into the pistol. She serves him a wine glass of it, filling the cup only about a quarter of the way. "I'm not sure if this is how you serve it, but here you go." She slides the glass over to him and takes the platinum.
The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
Misty's Arcana! Unable to parse dice roll.
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
"Poisoner?"
"Industrialist. Poison is a weapon used by those who think they're too clever to fall to their own tools. I prefer weapons of the ballistic persuasion."
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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.
The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
"Poisoner?"
"Industrialist. Poison is a weapon used by those who think they're too clever to fall to their own tools. I prefer weapons of the ballistic persuasion."
They are plans for a factory that produces advanced war machines on an unprecedented level. It would destroy the surrounding ecosystem in its current state, but that seems to be what he's trying to fix.
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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.
They are plans for a factory that produces advanced war machines on an unprecedented level. It would destroy the surrounding ecosystem in its current state, but that seems to be what he's trying to fix.
"Where are you planning on building that?"
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Darold the Mud Dauber says: _ _ it's still spooky season | )/ ) \\ |//,' it's always spooky season (")(_)---"()=--(\\ \)
The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
"Poisoner?"
"Industrialist. Poison is a weapon used by those who think they're too clever to fall to their own tools. I prefer weapons of the ballistic persuasion."
"I take offense to every word you just said."
"Not an unusual reaction. I make the world a better place with my inventions as opposed to just killing people. Poisons have the sole purpose of killing, and they don't care who it is that dies. Even worse, they are mostly out of the reach of the common man. I make my machines easily accessible to anyone who needs them. Thus, I advance many fields at once with my machines. Ballistics, production, workforce. My specialties."
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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.
They are plans for a factory that produces advanced war machines on an unprecedented level. It would destroy the surrounding ecosystem in its current state, but that seems to be what he's trying to fix.
"Where are you planning on building that?"
"Wherever it happens to be needed. I was thinking my stomping grounds out in the swamp. It was already polluted decades before I even showed up, and the undead that live there don't mind the pollution."
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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.
"Not an unusual reaction. I make the world a better place with my inventions as opposed to just killing people. Poisons have the sole purpose of killing, and they don't care who it is that dies. Even worse, they are mostly out of the reach of the common man. I make my machines easily accessible to anyone who needs them. Thus, I advance many fields at once with my machines. Ballistics, production, workforce. My specialties."
"I could make the same argument you are making, I hope you know that. Machines, especially those for war, are made for the sole purpose of just killing people. Poisons are not so simple as putting it in a drink and a man is dead. Have you heard of opium? It comes from the Opium poppy, very common in very few parts of the world, it's a horribly addictive drug, that ruins people's lives. Do you know what else it can be used for? Painkillers that ease suffering. Foxglove to heal the heart. The venom of certain snakes can be diluted and used to help lower blood pressure. Poisoners are just doctors you see, doctors who can heal or hurt at the drop of a hat. Don't think it to be so base as to imagine we are all murderers whose concoctions have one sole purpose and only one."
"We probably have it, gimme just a second." Misty ducks back behind the counter and pops up with a bottle labled "DREDGE" in bright, shiny black letters. "If this ain't it, I don't know what it could be. I'll give you a taste for free, just to make sure it's what you want." She gets out a shot glass and pours a small amount into it, sliding it over to them.
"Did I not tell you about the rats? Huge things. Hugeeee."
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He takes a sip. It runs down his exposed 'internals.' "This tastes about right. Septic and laced with black magic." He pours the rest into the pistol and continues cleaning it. He pauses for a moment, then places about 20 platinum pieces down on the bar. "Some more, please. I can pay in coin."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, the rats. I'll get em, easily. Can you watch the bar while I take care of it?" She unsheathes the claws of one hand, the dark, sharp bone glinting in the tavern light.
Misty nods her head, a strange look on her face as she watches him pour the liquid into the pistol. She serves him a wine glass of it, filling the cup only about a quarter of the way. "I'm not sure if this is how you serve it, but here you go." She slides the glass over to him and takes the platinum.
Deryk laughs, "Alright Misty, give it your best shot then."
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The mud man nods and takes a sip. He then lays out an unfinished blueprint made out of thick, black leather with white lines and text. He dips a twig into the Dredge and begins to write with it, the fluid turning white once it hits the leather.
Arcana check to identify what the plans are actually for.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Those rat's won't know what hit em. Cats are their natural predators, after all." And she sets up the stairs, stomping away with determination.
Deryk takes out a newspaper
"Poisoner?"
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Misty's Arcana! Unable to parse dice roll.
*let's try that again*
Misty's Arcana 2: Electric Boogaloo! Unable to parse dice roll.
"Industrialist. Poison is a weapon used by those who think they're too clever to fall to their own tools. I prefer weapons of the ballistic persuasion."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"I take offense to every word you just said."
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They are plans for a factory that produces advanced war machines on an unprecedented level. It would destroy the surrounding ecosystem in its current state, but that seems to be what he's trying to fix.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Where are you planning on building that?"
"Not an unusual reaction. I make the world a better place with my inventions as opposed to just killing people. Poisons have the sole purpose of killing, and they don't care who it is that dies. Even worse, they are mostly out of the reach of the common man. I make my machines easily accessible to anyone who needs them. Thus, I advance many fields at once with my machines. Ballistics, production, workforce. My specialties."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Wherever it happens to be needed. I was thinking my stomping grounds out in the swamp. It was already polluted decades before I even showed up, and the undead that live there don't mind the pollution."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
With the rats on the 71st floor is the skinny half-elf. He seems to be playing the lute to them
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"I could make the same argument you are making, I hope you know that. Machines, especially those for war, are made for the sole purpose of just killing people. Poisons are not so simple as putting it in a drink and a man is dead. Have you heard of opium? It comes from the Opium poppy, very common in very few parts of the world, it's a horribly addictive drug, that ruins people's lives. Do you know what else it can be used for? Painkillers that ease suffering. Foxglove to heal the heart. The venom of certain snakes can be diluted and used to help lower blood pressure. Poisoners are just doctors you see, doctors who can heal or hurt at the drop of a hat. Don't think it to be so base as to imagine we are all murderers whose concoctions have one sole purpose and only one."
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o/ \🥛🍪 Hey, take care of yourself alright?