The 2 Story Tavern

'Yeah! Ya got any stories?'

A long one, If you have the time.

'I guess I got all the time in the world'

Back what did I miss?

*not a load, Flint and Doodle's character are talking in an alleyway*

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*not a load, Flint and Doodle's character are talking in an alleyway*

 What happened to seven?

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'Just to keep fit and prepared for if I have to. You never know when that will be'

 “Ya never know.” He taps his cigar causing some ash to drift to the ground. “I’d say it might be sooner than ya think.” His deep voice speaks slowly and casually and his movements are so slow and relaxed you’d think he was swimming in molasses.

 'What makes you say that?'

 He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Well, there’s been some suspicious folk out and about recently. Ol’ Judy’s been sighted which means Punch can’t be too far off and those two ain’t ever up to anythin’ good. That crone tried to steal my white rock,” he pats the pouch around his neck, “And given that it’s the time of year that the veil gets mighty thin… well… I just have a bad feelin’ that’s all.” He breathes out a blast of swirling cigar smoke.

*I don't know*

*Typically nothing will happen to a character while the player isn't here.*

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'Just to keep fit and prepared for if I have to. You never know when that will be'

 “Ya never know.” He taps his cigar causing some ash to drift to the ground. “I’d say it might be sooner than ya think.” His deep voice speaks slowly and casually and his movements are so slow and relaxed you’d think he was swimming in molasses.

 'What makes you say that?'

 He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Well, there’s been some suspicious folk out and about recently. Ol’ Judy’s been sighted which means Punch can’t be too far off and those two ain’t ever up to anythin’ good. That crone tried to steal my white rock,” he pats the pouch around his neck, “And given that it’s the time of year that the veil gets mighty thin… well… I just have a bad feelin’ that’s all.” He breathes out a blast of swirling cigar smoke.

 'A bad feeling. Right. I'll keep on the lookout'

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'Just to keep fit and prepared for if I have to. You never know when that will be'

 “Ya never know.” He taps his cigar causing some ash to drift to the ground. “I’d say it might be sooner than ya think.” His deep voice speaks slowly and casually and his movements are so slow and relaxed you’d think he was swimming in molasses.

 'What makes you say that?'

 He takes a long draw on his cigar, “Well, there’s been some suspicious folk out and about recently. Ol’ Judy’s been sighted which means Punch can’t be too far off and those two ain’t ever up to anythin’ good. That crone tried to steal my white rock,” he pats the pouch around his neck, “And given that it’s the time of year that the veil gets mighty thin… well… I just have a bad feelin’ that’s all.” He breathes out a blast of swirling cigar smoke.

 'A bad feeling. Right. I'll keep on the lookout'

 “And keep yer sword at the ready.” He shrugs, “Just thought ya’d like to know.” He puffs on the cigar. “If this place is still around afterwards, I might stop by for a drink. Looks real nice.”

'Yeah, it is nice. The food there is excellent. And I appreciate good food'

*I'm back. Ran two miles and now my legs feel like n o o d l e s.*

*Oof, you ok?*

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*I'm back. Ran two miles and now my legs feel like n o o d l e s.*

 What kind of n o o d l e s

Great then. It all started, as so many stories do, with a king and queen. They had three children: Fionn, the heir was brazen and strong. Asher, the younger brother, was smart and charismatic. It was their youngest child, a daughter, who was the most peculiar. She should have had a perfect life. But in stories like this, nothing ever adheres to "Should". Even from a young age, she had unparalleled magical power, and when she was a teenager, people were constantly asking her for magical acts. By the time she was 19, the townsfolk worshipped her like a goddess. Despite all of this undue praise, all the princess really wanted was for someone to care about her as a person, not as a means to an end.

Jack is talking to a specter that is recounting its life time as a soldier. 

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving while quietly humming.

Tidus is purring happily while eating grass outisde.

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Great then. It all started, as so many stories do, with a king and queen. They had three children: Fionn, the heir was brazen and strong. Asher, the younger brother, was smart and charismatic. It was their youngest child, a daughter, who was the most peculiar. She should have had a perfect life. But in stories like this, nothing ever adheres to "Should". Even from a young age, she had unparalleled magical power, and when she was a teenager, people were constantly asking her for magical acts. By the time she was 19, the townsfolk worshipped her like a goddess. Despite all of this undue praise, all the princess really wanted was for someone to care about her as a person, not as a means to an end.

 'Ok, that's cool! What happens to her then?'

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Jack is talking to a specter that is recounting its life time as a soldier. 

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving while quietly humming.

Tidus is purring happily while eating grass outisde.

 Flint is in an alleyway

Leo is under a tree

*Hello*