The 2 Story Tavern

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*I HAVE RWTURNED FROM THE VOID,*

*Hi moon, lawrence, nikki!! Atleast thats who I saw online rn*

 (cool pfp)

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*I HAVE RWTURNED FROM THE VOID,*

*Hi moon, lawrence, nikki!! Atleast thats who I saw online rn*

 *Hey bud :]*

 *Hi :D*

 *Wanna continue the vampire things with Dimtri?*

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*I HAVE RWTURNED FROM THE VOID,*

*Hi moon, lawrence, nikki!! Atleast thats who I saw online rn*

 *Hey bud :]*

 *Hi :D*

 *Wanna continue the vampire things with Dimtri?*

 *sure! If ya don't mind finding where we left off?*

*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 Gravedigger gives him a healing potion

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

Neki is trying on clothes in his room in the tavern (sfw replies pls)

Nehir the cat is laying outside in the grass, purring happily

Sonya is reading a newspaper while sitting in the coffee shop.

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 What other characters do you have? 

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 Gravedigger gives him a healing potion

 He gingerly sips it

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 What other characters do you have? 

 *Abigail the noble, Vega the Goliath telepath, Salem the thief, siven the arcane archer who's still feeble minded cause my saves suck, and Paxton the witch hunter*

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Neki is trying on clothes in his room in the tavern (sfw replies pls)

Nehir the cat is laying outside in the grass, purring happily

Sonya is reading a newspaper while sitting in the coffee shop.

 *well darn, was totally gonna do something nsfw*

*(Kidding, kidding, mods please don't ban me)*

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

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Neki is trying on clothes in his room in the tavern (sfw replies pls)

Nehir the cat is laying outside in the grass, purring happily

Sonya is reading a newspaper while sitting in the coffee shop.

 *well darn, was totally gonna do something nsfw*

*(Kidding, kidding, mods please don't ban me)*

 *I figured you wouldn’t but it doesn’t hurt to ask for sfw*

Flint is searching a trash can

Leo is drinking apple juice

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*I’d like to interact with Salem. Our characters could pickpocket together :D (Fun fact, that used to be my preferred name before I used Nikki)

Sonya is reading a newspaper in the coffee shop, focusing on the business section of it.

 *cat burglar will always be my favorite pun now*

Salem hums as he walks by, bumping into them, "Ah, sorry"

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

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*also, other characters*

Ozzy is coughing blood into a towel

The shrinekeeper is curled up in his room in his shrine. Bandages staunchest the wound on his neck

-free pick-

 (Vampire thing for Dimitri)

The young woman sat alone in the cemetery, surrounded by the silent and eerie atmosphere. Her white-blonde Marylin Monroe-style bob swayed gently in the cool breeze as her eyes remained fixed on the grave ahead of her. She wore a long, flowing white dress that almost looked like an elegant evening gown, but it was now stained crimson from blood. Her pale, slender fingers traced the name on the grave with a delicate touch, lost in thought and emotion.

(Others)

Edwin sits on a wooden bench outside the rustic tavern, positioned to observe the vast expanse of the sky above. The wind playfully ruffles his hair as he raises a hand to shield his gaze from the bright sun, causing shadows to dance across his face. His sword rests beside him, secure in its scabbard, the gleaming metal hilt contrasting against the weathered wood of the bench.

Paemava stands in the bustling market square, her white silks a stark contrast against the colorful stalls and busy crowds. The copper bells on her wrists and ankles jingle softly with each step she takes. Using her mastery of illusion magic, she weaves a tale of a valiant hero on a dangerous quest to rescue a group of helpless children from the clutches of a fearsome demon. With every gesture and intonation, Paemava brings the story to life, drawing in a captivated audience and transporting them to another world.

 "Nice night out, eh?" Dimitri says, hands stuffed into his trench coat pockets, having somehow walked up to the grave silently despite his massive figure

 She jumps a bit "Oh- Oh yes I suppose." She nodded.

 "You know though, you should be careful out here. Talk of monsters about."

 "O-Oh dear...L-Like what ones?" She askes, tilting her head.

 "While I haven't got concrete evidence. I'd say vampires" He says, looking at her directly, not commenting in the blood staining her dress yet