The 2 Story Tavern

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So turns out Pirsa hated Eala and filled the box with not magic, but pure shadow essence. If an immortal is exposed to this, they're knocked out for a while. If a mortal is, they fall asleep and slowly die. Somehow, Osin, resting because his shoulder was still burning, knew when the princess was enveloped by the sleep, and rushed to her side. He took her all the way to the hall of deities, where the king was delivering a speech. Osin interrupted the king's monologue and begged him to save the life of his love. At first, Eala opposed him, scaring the king onto her side. Slowly, more deities stood with Osin. Alle, then Kipo, then Pirsa, then the entire hall except for Eala. The king had no choice, but he told Osin that no amount of godly magic could save a mortal from the essence. Alle suggested they make her a deity as well, so she would only deal with the immortal effects. With all the power of the entire hall of deities, they enveloped her in mystic light, transforming her into a fey goddess. When she came to in Osin's arms, her heart beat with the strength of an immortal, and she instantly knew what had happened. She looked almost exactly the same, excluding her large, shimmering butterfly wings and fey ears. The two were properly wed and they lived happily ever after.

 Cute

Thirteen appears to be deep in research on the transmutative effects of rust monster saliva, but he’s actually just playing Tetris

Flint is climbing out of a manhole

Leo is up a tree

Flint finds Nehir looking at a nearby rat from a rooftop

'Hey, what ya looking at? Think this little guy is one of my friends'

(I forgot to describe nehir lol. He is a black cat with red eyes from the nine hells who can speak telepathically. He is inspired by Wendigo’s tidus character)

<He’s one of your friends? I guess I’ll leave him alone then.>

Nehir hops down from the roof and walks over to Flint. 

<I haven’t seen you around here before, I’m Nehir.>

'Yeah, most of the rats here are my friends. I'm Flint, by the way'

*do you know what Flint looks like?*

An old legend has come back to haunt the town.

Tales tell of the Sugarman, a cruel spirit that lured in children with sweets, only to poison them and steal their souls. The ghoul would prey on anyone younger than 13, even on mere babies. It would rob graves, poison wells, and spread disease, singing its horrible, cheerful song the entire time. There were other myths as well, but most of them were either lost to time or... well, racist and sexist, as per the usual for the time. No one ever caught the Sugarman, but they say that it was appeased by offerings of sweets every Hallow's Eve, and that any individual who comes to your door may secretly be the Sugarman in disguise.

It has been a long time. The Sugarman has returned, but not for the children. Those it had haunted before have heard its song, even from the safety of sanitariums and prison cells.

The boogeyman is back in town, boys. Lock your doors, turn out the lights. The hungry Sugarman stalks the night...

Flint does not know where to put the sweets, so he puts a single sweet on each manhole cover, hoping that will do

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'Yeah, most of the rats here are my friends. I'm Flint, by the way'

*do you know what Flint looks like?*

 *Not from memory, but I remember his hair isn’t neat*

<Nice to meet you Flint. What were you doing in the sewers? I try to avoid the sewers since it can be pretty gross.>

Nehir sniffs Flints leg and sneezes softly. 

A scarlet tiefling in flamboyant attire falls from the sky, almost landing on the sharp end of his pike. “Oh come on, not again!” He groans, getting up and dusting himself off. “Where am I?”

*hmmm, what should I do rn -^-*

Ozzy is eating a turkey sandwich and tinkering with the design of the fuel tank system

Abigail is exploring the market

-to be introduced-

'I live in the sewers'

*He's a half-elf, very pale and skinny, with greasy blond hair and he wears ragged clothes*

Picking up his pike and running a hand through his hair, the tiefling enters the tavern. “Uh, hi. Where am I?” He asks awkwardly.

'This is the Two Story Tavern'

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Picking up his pike and running a hand through his hair, the tiefling enters the tavern. “Uh, hi. Where am I?” He asks awkwardly.

 "Two story tavern." A man with no legs eating a sandwich says

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'I live in the sewers'

*He's a half-elf, very pale and skinny, with greasy blond hair and he wears ragged clothes*

 <Interesting. How long have you been living there? It doesn’t seem very safe, what with all the disease and stuff>

Nehir shudders, as if he has spent some time in the sewers himself.

'Oh, ya don't need to worry. I've been living in sewers for my whole life. Was raised by rats, it's basically the only life I've ever known. And the only life I want. Ya think that's gross?'

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Picking up his pike and running a hand through his hair, the tiefling enters the tavern. “Uh, hi. Where am I?” He asks awkwardly.

 "Two story tavern." A man with no legs eating a sandwich says

 “…Okay. Who are you?”

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Flint does not know where to put the sweets, so he puts a single sweet on each manhole cover, hoping that will do

 Flint remembers that the other kids would bully him about how the Sugarman would come and "get" him, and that the Sugarman would grind rats into the candy if it caught them. Most of those kids had never seen the Sugarman, but Flint did. He clearly remembers hiding with his rat family as the singing grew closer and closer.

RIght past the storm drain came the song in a language he didn't understand, and a steady walking sound, two legs and a cane. It stopped just above the drain. A hand reached through at the end of a long, pale arm, offering sweets. Flint was too scared, but one rat, daring as she was, went for it. She was nabbed and pulled away. Flint never saw that sister again, but he heard her whenever the Sugarman would pass by the drains.