The 2 Story Tavern

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Theren is reading.

Alric is coughing up blood.

Phoenix is making a cup of tea.

 Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy. 

Oval is keeping an eye on Alric. 

Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.

 Theren watches, eyebrows raised.

Alric stands up and walks into town.

Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"

 Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.

Oval follows right behind him.

Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.

 Theren watches still, eyes narrowed.

Alric ducks into an alley.

"jack?!" his voice is getting panicky as he picks him up and carries him into the taverns protection circle.

*can u check ur pms?*

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A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.

His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.

 Oval and Soul looks over but Soul, an 7 year old Axolotl-looking Dragonborn, walks over. She holds out a silver and purple bracelet for him.

 "For me? Oh, thanks kiddo!" He gingerly takes it and and places it on his wrist, "It looks beautiful! Work of art! Who made this?" He grins, showing off a row of shark-like teeth

 "Me!" She points at herself and giggles "Sharp teef!"

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Theren is reading.

Alric is coughing up blood.

Phoenix is making a cup of tea.

 Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy. 

Oval is keeping an eye on Alric. 

Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.

 Theren watches, eyebrows raised.

Alric stands up and walks into town.

Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"

 Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.

Oval follows right behind him.

Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.

 Theren watches still, eyes narrowed.

Alric ducks into an alley.

"jack?!" his voice is getting panicky as he picks him up and carries him into the taverns protection circle.

 Lore chuckles and sets down the quiver of arrows and bow. She walks over and pulls the arrow out of the dummy.

She continues to follow to the best of her ability.

As he tries to grab for Jack, his hand goes right through. It's an illusion. Behind him, a low snarl is heard.

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 He shakes his head, "No, sit back down. I have a medical kit in my bag"

 She sighs and sits back down. Everywhere she seems to move has a smear of blood.

 He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a healers kit. "Show me the wound" He says, removing his mask to see slightly better

 She rolled down the hem of her shirt. Her shoulder was sliced deeply, only hanging on by a few unshattered bones and tendons of flesh.

 He lets out a low whistle, "That's a doozy." He says, grabbing stuff for sutures, bandages, and disinfectant

 "Ow. Careful." She hisses, her teeth gritting.

 "Sorry, but your arm is basically hanging by literal threads. This is gonna hurt no matter what I do."

Medicine check: 25

 She snarls, gritting her teeth. "Ow ow ow owwww ". He is able to repair her arm.

 He for the most part ignores her wincing and ows, bandaging her arm with some disinfectant, "And quick final touch." He rubs his hand on her shoulder, casting cure wounds at 2nd level

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 She chuckles "Thanks.." she said and stood up, leaning against the tree. She looks very, very tired.

 "No problem." He says, picking up his mask and offering his shoulder if she needs help walking

 She leans against him and grumbles "that's gonna hurt my record for a few days." She chuckles.

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A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.

His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.

 Oval and Soul looks over but Soul, an 7 year old Axolotl-looking Dragonborn, walks over. She holds out a silver and purple bracelet for him.

 "For me? Oh, thanks kiddo!" He gingerly takes it and and places it on his wrist, "It looks beautiful! Work of art! Who made this?" He grins, showing off a row of shark-like teeth

 "Me!" She points at herself and giggles "Sharp teef!"

 "Genuine Picasso! Love it!" He relaxes, surely nothing bad happens in a tavern with children, "And yes, very sharp chompers. To match my, uh, everything!"

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'Ok, ok. Diseases schmeezes. And my name's Flint, not Fint.' he laughs

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Theren is reading.

Alric is coughing up blood.

Phoenix is making a cup of tea.

 Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy. 

Oval is keeping an eye on Alric. 

Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.

 Theren watches, eyebrows raised.

Alric stands up and walks into town.

Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"

 Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.

Oval follows right behind him.

Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.

 Theren watches still, eyes narrowed.

Alric ducks into an alley.

"jack?!" his voice is getting panicky as he picks him up and carries him into the taverns protection circle.

 Lore chuckles and sets down the quiver of arrows and bow. She walks over and pulls the arrow out of the dummy.

She continues to follow to the best of her ability.

As he tries to grab for Jack, his hand goes right through. It's an illusion. Behind him, a low snarl is heard.

 Theren stands up and walks over

Alric stops. "why. Are. you. following. me?"

Phoenix pulls out his pistol. "Whos there!"

*Can u check ur pms?*

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 Soul walks over to them, much to Oval's despair. She stares at them and hands the Orge a woven red and silver rope bracelet.

 The ogre looks surprised, then slowly, gently picks up the bracelet and examines it. "It is very pretty. Did you make this?"

The goblins watch from a distance as the food and drinks are being prepared.

 She nods happily and grins. Oval walls over and picks her up "I'm.. so sorry. My daughter doesn't have an idea of what personal space is."

 "It's alright." He looks at the bracelet. "Would you like this back? I like it very much, but if it belongs to you, I don't want you to lose it."

He seems oddly eloquent and gentle for... well, a race known for being stupid and violent. He has all the hallmarks of a killer ogre, but any ogre of his caliber would probably have eaten Soul already.

 "No no, she gave it to you for a reason. Didn't you sweetie?" Oval asks Soul and Soul nods, smiling.

 "Okay, I just wanted to be sure that it was a gift before I kept it." He puts the bracelet on. "It's very nice. Do you think you could teach my friends how to make bracelets like this? I'm sure they would love them."

The goblins bring over the order and place it on the table haphazardly. "Nice bracelet, boss!"

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A pure white tiefling, who is obviously not nothic, walks into the bar. His horns are straight as blades and shine like a metal. And black-clawed hands, the nails like daggers. Sleeves rolled up to reveal arms that looks like black shattered glass across a marble floor. Everything about him reminds you of a sword.

His black eyes with dots of white scan the bar, unsure. He's tense, hand on the hilt of a scimitar. Slowly he wanders to the bar for a glass of water and begins to clean his horns.

 Oval and Soul looks over but Soul, an 7 year old Axolotl-looking Dragonborn, walks over. She holds out a silver and purple bracelet for him.

 "For me? Oh, thanks kiddo!" He gingerly takes it and and places it on his wrist, "It looks beautiful! Work of art! Who made this?" He grins, showing off a row of shark-like teeth

 "Me!" She points at herself and giggles "Sharp teef!"

 "Genuine Picasso! Love it!" He relaxes, surely nothing bad happens in a tavern with children, "And yes, very sharp chompers. To match my, uh, everything!"

 She giggles again and points at his hair "Braid?" She asks, bouncing on her heels.

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'Ok, ok. Diseases schmeezes. And my name's Flint, not Fint.' he laughs

 

 "I know that. Maybe it's the disease in the water that's making me forget." She playful bops his head with her staff

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Theren is reading.

Alric is coughing up blood.

Phoenix is making a cup of tea.

 Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy. 

Oval is keeping an eye on Alric. 

Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.

 Theren watches, eyebrows raised.

Alric stands up and walks into town.

Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"

 Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.

Oval follows right behind him.

Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.

 Theren watches still, eyes narrowed.

Alric ducks into an alley.

"jack?!" his voice is getting panicky as he picks him up and carries him into the taverns protection circle.

 Lore chuckles and sets down the quiver of arrows and bow. She walks over and pulls the arrow out of the dummy.

She continues to follow to the best of her ability.

As he tries to grab for Jack, his hand goes right through. It's an illusion. Behind him, a low snarl is heard.

 Theren stands up and walks over

Alric stops. "why. Are. you. following. me?"

Phoenix pulls out his pistol. "Whos there!"

*Can u check ur pms?*

 Lore glances at him "afternoon Theren." She smiles.

"Because I'm worried about you." She said and narrowed her eyes "You sneaking off to places makes me worry more!"

A strange headless dog watches him. Where its head would be is a open esophagus with an unblinking eye in it. It projects the image of Jack and moment longer before snarling at Phoenix. Claws protrude from its paws.

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 She giggles again and points at his hair "Braid?" She asks, bouncing on her heels.

 "Braid?" He has to think for a moment, "Sure, don't come near my horns though, it's really sharp okay? Pull up a chair. Want a glass of juice or something?"

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'Ok, ok. Diseases schmeezes. And my name's Flint, not Fint.' he laughs

 

 "I know that. Maybe it's the disease in the water that's making me forget." She playful bops his head with her staff

 'Soon, you'll probably become addles by the germs and foul gases, and become just as crazy as I am' he jokes!

The pipe leads to a small, rounded chamber, that is reasonably pleasant by sewer standards. A hammock is strung up between 2 metal pipes

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 She giggles again and points at his hair "Braid?" She asks, bouncing on her heels.

 "Braid?" He has to think for a moment, "Sure, don't come near my horns though, it's really sharp okay? Pull up a chair. Want a glass of juice or something?"

 She shakes her head and giggles "I find." She pulls up and chair and brings over a small basket of violets. "Braid in hair? Pretty!"

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Theren is reading.

Alric is coughing up blood.

Phoenix is making a cup of tea.

 Lore is firing arrows at a wooden dummy a few yards away. Each one is infused with elemental energy. 

Oval is keeping an eye on Alric. 

Jack is outside, slightly dangled from a tree. Three arrows pierced through his left shoulder, his right knee, and one just barely missing his throat.

 Theren watches, eyebrows raised.

Alric stands up and walks into town.

Phoenix walks outside, sees Jack, and runs towards him at full sprint. He then drops down next to him. "J-Jack?"

 Lore nocks another arrow and closes her eyes. She whispers something and suddenly the arrow crackles with lighting. She lets it go and it hits the target, but scorches it first.

Oval follows right behind him.

Jack says nothing. His eyes are pale and staring at nothing. His limbs are cold.

 Theren watches still, eyes narrowed.

Alric ducks into an alley.

"jack?!" his voice is getting panicky as he picks him up and carries him into the taverns protection circle.

 Lore chuckles and sets down the quiver of arrows and bow. She walks over and pulls the arrow out of the dummy.

She continues to follow to the best of her ability.

As he tries to grab for Jack, his hand goes right through. It's an illusion. Behind him, a low snarl is heard.

 Theren stands up and walks over

Alric stops. "why. Are. you. following. me?"

Phoenix pulls out his pistol. "Whos there!"

*Can u check ur pms?*

 Lore glances at him "afternoon Theren." She smiles.

"Because I'm worried about you." She said and narrowed her eyes "You sneaking off to places makes me worry more!"

A strange headless dog watches him. Where its head would be is a open esophagus with an unblinking eye in it. It projects the image of Jack and moment longer before snarling at Phoenix. Claws protrude from its paws.

 "afternoon Lore."

Alric sighs. "i am a grown man Oval."

There is a click as he disables his safety. "Where. Is. My. Husband." he growls

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 Soul walks over to them, much to Oval's despair. She stares at them and hands the Orge a woven red and silver rope bracelet.

 The ogre looks surprised, then slowly, gently picks up the bracelet and examines it. "It is very pretty. Did you make this?"

The goblins watch from a distance as the food and drinks are being prepared.

 She nods happily and grins. Oval walls over and picks her up "I'm.. so sorry. My daughter doesn't have an idea of what personal space is."

 "It's alright." He looks at the bracelet. "Would you like this back? I like it very much, but if it belongs to you, I don't want you to lose it."

He seems oddly eloquent and gentle for... well, a race known for being stupid and violent. He has all the hallmarks of a killer ogre, but any ogre of his caliber would probably have eaten Soul already.

 "No no, she gave it to you for a reason. Didn't you sweetie?" Oval asks Soul and Soul nods, smiling.

 "Okay, I just wanted to be sure that it was a gift before I kept it." He puts the bracelet on. "It's very nice. Do you think you could teach my friends how to make bracelets like this? I'm sure they would love them."

The goblins bring over the order and place it on the table haphazardly. "Nice bracelet, boss!"

 Oval and Soul both nodded happily. "Of course, we would love to teach them." She smiles.

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 She giggles again and points at his hair "Braid?" She asks, bouncing on her heels.

 "Braid?" He has to think for a moment, "Sure, don't come near my horns though, it's really sharp okay? Pull up a chair. Want a glass of juice or something?"

 She shakes her head and giggles "I find." She pulls up and chair and brings over a small basket of violets. "Braid in hair? Pretty!"

 "Aw, those are some pretty flowers! Hera would've liked them... Sure! Go ahead!"

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'Ok, ok. Diseases schmeezes. And my name's Flint, not Fint.' he laughs

 

 "I know that. Maybe it's the disease in the water that's making me forget." She playful bops his head with her staff

 'Soon, you'll probably become addles by the germs and foul gases, and become just as crazy as I am' he jokes!

The pipe leads to a small, rounded chamber, that is reasonably pleasant by sewer standards. A hammock is strung up between 2 metal pipes

 "Crazy? I was crazy once! They locked me in a room. A rubber room. A room full of rats. And rats make me crazy-" 

(I joke I joke)