Mr. Black is out in the forest, setting up some sort of elaborate feast.
Ambrosius watches, wondering what he's doing.
Mr. Black isn't doing anything to hide his aura, so his presence is somewhat overwhelming. A lesser being might even be frightened by it. Actually, they definitely would have been frightened by it, judging by the sheer lack of animals or people in the nearby area. It is silent, as though a powerful predator was stalking nearby.
Upon closer inspection, there are duplicates of some of the elaborate foods on the hand-carved dining table. Ambrosius can count at least three platters of what looks to be giant crab sashimi topped with caviar and delicately arranged to look like giant flowers.
"What are you making there."
"Practice run. I've got a client coming over, and I can't afford to mess up. I mean that literally. Elder Evils are pretty rich these days now that they've become aware of how much mortals value money."
"I can help in any way?"
"Not sure. Dishewashing or entertainment in your repertoire?"
*Yes, but he can't communicate back without causing psychic pain to the target. Telepathically, he will be completely silent.* The aura dims as the Thri-Kreen approaches, but it doesn't go away.
He hears a raspy voice enter his head "Hello there." It says and bows its head "Me and My comrade saw you and wanted to say hello. We think we know you by reputation but we are uncertain." It said while petting a miniature space hamster in its lower set of arms. The Giff nodded and moved forward a bit "A rancher of sorts we believe my friend."
"Legally, yes. My family has been ranching for generations. I would say my true occupation is that of a Harvest Hunter, however."
*Yes, but he can't communicate back without causing psychic pain to the target. Telepathically, he will be completely silent.* The aura dims as the Thri-Kreen approaches, but it doesn't go away.
He hears a raspy voice enter his head "Hello there." It says and bows its head "Me and My comrade saw you and wanted to say hello. We think we know you by reputation but we are uncertain." It said while petting a miniature space hamster in its lower set of arms. The Giff nodded and moved forward a bit "A rancher of sorts we believe my friend."
"Legally, yes. My family has been ranching for generations. I would say my true occupation is that of a Harvest Hunter, however."
"An interesting thing indeed," The Giff says and extends a hand "My name is Commander Brutus and this is my weaponsmith, Krich, and our spelljammer helmshampster, Poppers." He says and points the the small grey hampster that is sitting in Krich's low set of hands.
*Yes, but he can't communicate back without causing psychic pain to the target. Telepathically, he will be completely silent.* The aura dims as the Thri-Kreen approaches, but it doesn't go away.
He hears a raspy voice enter his head "Hello there." It says and bows its head "Me and My comrade saw you and wanted to say hello. We think we know you by reputation but we are uncertain." It said while petting a miniature space hamster in its lower set of arms. The Giff nodded and moved forward a bit "A rancher of sorts we believe my friend."
"Legally, yes. My family has been ranching for generations. I would say my true occupation is that of a Harvest Hunter, however."
"An interesting thing indeed," The Giff says and extends a hand "My name is Commander Brutus and this is my weaponsmith, Krich, and our spelljammer helmshampster, Poppers." He says and points the the small grey hampster that is sitting in Krich's low set of hands.
Mr. Black starts to extend a hand, then hesitates before getting back to work on plating. "Charmed. Now, my client will be here soon. This is a practice run, so feel free to eat anything I've served. It'll be thrown away otherwise, and I hate waste."
*Yes, but he can't communicate back without causing psychic pain to the target. Telepathically, he will be completely silent.* The aura dims as the Thri-Kreen approaches, but it doesn't go away.
He hears a raspy voice enter his head "Hello there." It says and bows its head "Me and My comrade saw you and wanted to say hello. We think we know you by reputation but we are uncertain." It said while petting a miniature space hamster in its lower set of arms. The Giff nodded and moved forward a bit "A rancher of sorts we believe my friend."
"Legally, yes. My family has been ranching for generations. I would say my true occupation is that of a Harvest Hunter, however."
"An interesting thing indeed," The Giff says and extends a hand "My name is Commander Brutus and this is my weaponsmith, Krich, and our spelljammer helmshampster, Poppers." He says and points the the small grey hampster that is sitting in Krich's low set of hands.
Mr. Black starts to extend a hand, then hesitates before getting back to work on plating. "Charmed. Now, my client will be here soon. This is a practice run, so feel free to eat anything I've served. It'll be thrown away otherwise, and I hate waste."
Poppers, the miniature space hamster, jumps onto the table and begins to eat many things with giant swallows. Krinch tilts their head but stays away, not eating a thing. Brutus watches Mr Black for a moment before turning to the table and picking up things he desires to eat.
Mr. Black starts to extend a hand, then hesitates before getting back to work on plating. "Charmed. Now, my client will be here soon. This is a practice run, so feel free to eat anything I've served. It'll be thrown away otherwise, and I hate waste."
Poppers, the miniature space hamster, jumps onto the table and begins to eat many things with giant swallows. Krinch tilts their head but stays away, not eating a thing. Brutus watches Mr Black for a moment before turning to the table and picking up things he desires to eat.
The food isn't from this plane. In addition to the excellent regular flavors, there are the flavors of experiences, dreams, anxieties, hopes, nightmares, doctrines. The mussels have a taste like analysis paralysis, and the mulled wine has hints of heresy against a cruel and unjust religious dogma. On and on the flavors go, strange and unique, but most of all, supremely delicious. Few foods the team has tasted have this kind of flavor, and absolutely none had these combinations.
Eventually, Krinch notices a figure in a white hood with and ornate crutch watching them. Mr. Black watches the figure back, reverence in his eyes.
Mr. Black starts to extend a hand, then hesitates before getting back to work on plating. "Charmed. Now, my client will be here soon. This is a practice run, so feel free to eat anything I've served. It'll be thrown away otherwise, and I hate waste."
Poppers, the miniature space hamster, jumps onto the table and begins to eat many things with giant swallows. Krinch tilts their head but stays away, not eating a thing. Brutus watches Mr Black for a moment before turning to the table and picking up things he desires to eat.
The food isn't from this plane. In addition to the excellent regular flavors, there are the flavors of experiences, dreams, anxieties, hopes, nightmares, doctrines. The mussels have a taste like analysis paralysis, and the mulled wine has hints of heresy against a cruel and unjust religious dogma. On and on the flavors go, strange and unique, but most of all, supremely delicious. Few foods the team has tasted have this kind of flavor, and absolutely none had these combinations.
Eventually, Krinch notices a figure in a white hood with and ornate crutch watching them. Mr. Black watches the figure back, reverence in his eyes.
Krich wavers his antenna, watching carefully. He stares at Brutus for a moment before the Gift suddenly stands up straight and nods at Krich. Krich sits down, back against a tree, carapaced knees brought his chest.
The food isn't from this plane. In addition to the excellent regular flavors, there are the flavors of experiences, dreams, anxieties, hopes, nightmares, doctrines. The mussels have a taste like analysis paralysis, and the mulled wine has hints of heresy against a cruel and unjust religious dogma. On and on the flavors go, strange and unique, but most of all, supremely delicious. Few foods the team has tasted have this kind of flavor, and absolutely none had these combinations.
Eventually, Krinch notices a figure in a white hood with and ornate crutch watching them. Mr. Black watches the figure back, reverence in his eyes.
Krich wavers his antenna, watching carefully. He stares at Brutus for a moment before the Giff suddenly stands up straight and nods at Krich. Krich sits down, back against a tree, carapaced knees brought his chest.
Mr. Black removes the food from the table and pulls out a chair for the newcomer. The strange man sits down gratefully as Mr. Black begins pulling fresh, hot food out to appease the being. The hooded man eats slowly and calmly.
Mr. Black turns to the spelljammers. "This is Szer, my client. He is a biuniversal being, meaning he only exists in two universes, and in both at the same time. He wishes to fully enter this plane, becoming a monouniversal being in the process. The food you ate contains Gourmet Energy and Szerukites, the latter of which are named after my client. Essentially, imagine you just consumed one of the strongest power sources in the world, as well as having gained special organelles that allow you to process it. You will be stronger and faster for a few days, but that is about it given your nature. Szer's nature, however, means that he will grow stronger, strong enough to fully enter this plane. He has paid me good money so as to keep others from interrupting him. He wishes for you to eat with him, but make sure that he gets at least some of each dish."
"Since none of it went to its original purpose, yes, I would like it back please. Unless, of course, you can give me a reason why you should be allowed to keep it."
"Well, that was easy. I would say it was a pleasure doing business with you, but you did take my money and run, so... well, it was as good as it could be."
Anyone who happens to be walking down one of the quiet dirt roads on the outskirts of town hears a muffled voice coming from a dense patch of weeds growing in the ditch that runs along the side of the road.
The food isn't from this plane. In addition to the excellent regular flavors, there are the flavors of experiences, dreams, anxieties, hopes, nightmares, doctrines. The mussels have a taste like analysis paralysis, and the mulled wine has hints of heresy against a cruel and unjust religious dogma. On and on the flavors go, strange and unique, but most of all, supremely delicious. Few foods the team has tasted have this kind of flavor, and absolutely none had these combinations.
Eventually, Krinch notices a figure in a white hood with and ornate crutch watching them. Mr. Black watches the figure back, reverence in his eyes.
Krich wavers his antenna, watching carefully. He stares at Brutus for a moment before the Giff suddenly stands up straight and nods at Krich. Krich sits down, back against a tree, carapaced knees brought his chest.
Mr. Black removes the food from the table and pulls out a chair for the newcomer. The strange man sits down gratefully as Mr. Black begins pulling fresh, hot food out to appease the being. The hooded man eats slowly and calmly.
Mr. Black turns to the spelljammers. "This is Szer, my client. He is a biuniversal being, meaning he only exists in two universes, and in both at the same time. He wishes to fully enter this plane, becoming a monouniversal being in the process. The food you ate contains Gourmet Energy and Szerukites, the latter of which are named after my client. Essentially, imagine you just consumed one of the strongest power sources in the world, as well as having gained special organelles that allow you to process it. You will be stronger and faster for a few days, but that is about it given your nature. Szer's nature, however, means that he will grow stronger, strong enough to fully enter this plane. He has paid me good money so as to keep others from interrupting him. He wishes for you to eat with him, but make sure that he gets at least some of each dish."
"A friend of ours was like that. Their name was Taurus. They were a apparition but lived in multiple universes at once through different facets." Brutus explained and chuckled merrily "They could grant wishes but died in one universe as soon as the wish was granted. You can guess why they aren't with us now." He says solemnly.
Krich stares at Szer before looking away, fiddling with the grass with his upper right arm.
The sound coming from the tangle of weeds becomes louder. You toe the clump and your foot hits something hard and you catch a glimpse of something pale white.
Flint is lurking about
Leo is drinking tea
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Not sure. Dishewashing or entertainment in your repertoire?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Legally, yes. My family has been ranching for generations. I would say my true occupation is that of a Harvest Hunter, however."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"An interesting thing indeed," The Giff says and extends a hand "My name is Commander Brutus and this is my weaponsmith, Krich, and our spelljammer helmshampster, Poppers." He says and points the the small grey hampster that is sitting in Krich's low set of hands.
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
Mr. Black starts to extend a hand, then hesitates before getting back to work on plating. "Charmed. Now, my client will be here soon. This is a practice run, so feel free to eat anything I've served. It'll be thrown away otherwise, and I hate waste."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Poppers, the miniature space hamster, jumps onto the table and begins to eat many things with giant swallows. Krinch tilts their head but stays away, not eating a thing. Brutus watches Mr Black for a moment before turning to the table and picking up things he desires to eat.
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
The food isn't from this plane. In addition to the excellent regular flavors, there are the flavors of experiences, dreams, anxieties, hopes, nightmares, doctrines. The mussels have a taste like analysis paralysis, and the mulled wine has hints of heresy against a cruel and unjust religious dogma. On and on the flavors go, strange and unique, but most of all, supremely delicious. Few foods the team has tasted have this kind of flavor, and absolutely none had these combinations.
Eventually, Krinch notices a figure in a white hood with and ornate crutch watching them. Mr. Black watches the figure back, reverence in his eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Krich wavers his antenna, watching carefully. He stares at Brutus for a moment before the Gift suddenly stands up straight and nods at Krich. Krich sits down, back against a tree, carapaced knees brought his chest.
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
Mr. Black removes the food from the table and pulls out a chair for the newcomer. The strange man sits down gratefully as Mr. Black begins pulling fresh, hot food out to appease the being. The hooded man eats slowly and calmly.
Mr. Black turns to the spelljammers. "This is Szer, my client. He is a biuniversal being, meaning he only exists in two universes, and in both at the same time. He wishes to fully enter this plane, becoming a monouniversal being in the process. The food you ate contains Gourmet Energy and Szerukites, the latter of which are named after my client. Essentially, imagine you just consumed one of the strongest power sources in the world, as well as having gained special organelles that allow you to process it. You will be stronger and faster for a few days, but that is about it given your nature. Szer's nature, however, means that he will grow stronger, strong enough to fully enter this plane. He has paid me good money so as to keep others from interrupting him. He wishes for you to eat with him, but make sure that he gets at least some of each dish."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Flint is hanging around the back of the tavern
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The Servant is back, now much bigger and stronger than before. He stands at about 8' tall and uses his crutch as a cane.
"I see you still haven't found a use for the money I lent you."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Ya want it back?'
Flint looks very nervous, and is ready to run
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Since none of it went to its original purpose, yes, I would like it back please. Unless, of course, you can give me a reason why you should be allowed to keep it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Um, sure'
He drops the platinum and scuttles into a drain
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Well, that was easy. I would say it was a pleasure doing business with you, but you did take my money and run, so... well, it was as good as it could be."
He picks up the card and walks away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Flint goes to look for who else may be in town
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Anyone who happens to be walking down one of the quiet dirt roads on the outskirts of town hears a muffled voice coming from a dense patch of weeds growing in the ditch that runs along the side of the road.
'Huh? Someone there? Ya ok?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"A friend of ours was like that. Their name was Taurus. They were a apparition but lived in multiple universes at once through different facets." Brutus explained and chuckled merrily "They could grant wishes but died in one universe as soon as the wish was granted. You can guess why they aren't with us now." He says solemnly.
Krich stares at Szer before looking away, fiddling with the grass with his upper right arm.
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
The sound coming from the tangle of weeds becomes louder. You toe the clump and your foot hits something hard and you catch a glimpse of something pale white.