The 2 Story Tavern

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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

*omg that is such an adorable pfp :3*
*Mornin’ Everyone!*

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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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

 Ophelia waves through the window, the gleam of Edwin's sword catching her eye.

Ambrosius is watching from a distance, smelling the blood as he slowly gets closer.

Floyd is lost in the market square, and stumbles across the show. He settles down to watch for a bit, until he can work out what to do.

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*omg that is such an adorable pfp :3*
*Mornin’ Everyone!*

 *Morning Nikki!*

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*omg that is such an adorable pfp :3*
*Mornin’ Everyone!*

 *Morning Nikki!*

*Hru Drummer?*

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*omg that is such an adorable pfp :3*
*Mornin’ Everyone!*

 *Morning Nikki!*

*Hru Drummer?*

 *Great thanks! Excited to chill with people on the sleepover, and narrate any exploration. How are you my friend?*

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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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

 Ophelia waves through the window, the gleam of Edwin's sword catching her eye.

Ambrosius is watching from a distance, smelling the blood as he slowly gets closer.

Floyd is lost in the market square, and stumbles across the show. He settles down to watch for a bit, until he can work out what to do.

 Edwin looks over, catching her wave out of the corner of his eye. He waves back and walks over, opening the window and poking his head through "Good Morrow."

Doon stands up, clutching the body tightly to his chest. He snarls as he hears Ambrosius's come closer. 

Pae looks over and smiles. The illusion of the red dragon flies over head with the hero riding on its back.

Neki is trying on clothes in his room (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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*omg that is such an adorable pfp :3*
*Mornin’ Everyone!*

 *Morning Nikki!*

*Hru Drummer?*

 *Great thanks! Excited to chill with people on the sleepover, and narrate any exploration. How are you my friend?*

 *Pretty good as well. I’m waiting for more ppl to come on sleepover and then I’ll interact.*

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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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

 Ophelia waves through the window, the gleam of Edwin's sword catching her eye.

Ambrosius is watching from a distance, smelling the blood as he slowly gets closer.

Floyd is lost in the market square, and stumbles across the show. He settles down to watch for a bit, until he can work out what to do.

 Edwin looks over, catching her wave out of the corner of his eye. He waves back and walks over, opening the window and poking his head through "Good Morrow."

Doon stands up, clutching the body tightly to his chest. He snarls as he hears Ambrosius's come closer. 

Pae looks over and smiles. The illusion of the red dragon flies over head with the hero riding on its back.

 "Hey! How are you today?"

Ambrosius walks forward a bit more, stopping about 15ft away, a monotone expression on his face.

Floyd marvels at it, eyes wide.

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*omg that is such an adorable pfp :3*
*Mornin’ Everyone!*

 *Morning Nikki!*

*Hru Drummer?*

 *Great thanks! Excited to chill with people on the sleepover, and narrate any exploration. How are you my friend?*

 *Pretty good as well. I’m waiting for more ppl to come on sleepover and then I’ll interact.*

 *Me and Wendigo are there, sadly Dutch had to go. I reckon a few more people will be online soon though!*

Oh okay. I thought that no one was on since it is early here

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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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

 Ophelia waves through the window, the gleam of Edwin's sword catching her eye.

Ambrosius is watching from a distance, smelling the blood as he slowly gets closer.

Floyd is lost in the market square, and stumbles across the show. He settles down to watch for a bit, until he can work out what to do.

 Edwin looks over, catching her wave out of the corner of his eye. He waves back and walks over, opening the window and poking his head through "Good Morrow."

Doon stands up, clutching the body tightly to his chest. He snarls as he hears Ambrosius's come closer. 

Pae looks over and smiles. The illusion of the red dragon flies over head with the hero riding on its back.

 "Hey! How are you today?"

Ambrosius walks forward a bit more, stopping about 15ft away, a monotone expression on his face.

Floyd marvels at it, eyes wide.

 "I am well." He said "What about you?"

Donn turns around, baring needle-like teeth. "YOU. DID YOU DO THIS?"

She giggles as suddenly the dragon explodes in a combustion of sparkles. 

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Oh okay. I thought that no one was on since it is early here

 *Most people are offline, as most people are in america, and just waking up. Its pretty far into the afternoon for europeans like me*

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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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

 Ophelia waves through the window, the gleam of Edwin's sword catching her eye.

Ambrosius is watching from a distance, smelling the blood as he slowly gets closer.

Floyd is lost in the market square, and stumbles across the show. He settles down to watch for a bit, until he can work out what to do.

 Edwin looks over, catching her wave out of the corner of his eye. He waves back and walks over, opening the window and poking his head through "Good Morrow."

Doon stands up, clutching the body tightly to his chest. He snarls as he hears Ambrosius's come closer. 

Pae looks over and smiles. The illusion of the red dragon flies over head with the hero riding on its back.

 "Hey! How are you today?"

Ambrosius walks forward a bit more, stopping about 15ft away, a monotone expression on his face.

Floyd marvels at it, eyes wide.

 "I am well." He said "What about you?"

Donn turns around, baring needle-like teeth. "YOU. DID YOU DO THIS?"

She giggles as suddenly the dragon explodes in a combustion of sparkles. 

 "Very good thank you! Been writing and eating."

Ambrosius slowly shakes his head.

Initially Floyd is shocked, but slowly the expression becomes amazement and wonder again.

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Oh okay. I thought that no one was on since it is early here

 *Most people are offline, as most people are in america, and just waking up. Its pretty far into the afternoon for europeans like me*

 *right. My goodness most of the ppl I meet online are always in Europe. So they can’t stay long because of how much later it is for them.*

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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.

Donn is standing in the center of an old barn that seems to be on the verge of collapse. He is sniffing around, his nose taking in a smell that is overwhelmingly the smell of blood, rich with iron. He lowers himself and slowly picks up the dead body of one of his halfling people. His whole body shakes violently, anger boiling up.

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.

 Ophelia waves through the window, the gleam of Edwin's sword catching her eye.

Ambrosius is watching from a distance, smelling the blood as he slowly gets closer.

Floyd is lost in the market square, and stumbles across the show. He settles down to watch for a bit, until he can work out what to do.

 Edwin looks over, catching her wave out of the corner of his eye. He waves back and walks over, opening the window and poking his head through "Good Morrow."

Doon stands up, clutching the body tightly to his chest. He snarls as he hears Ambrosius's come closer. 

Pae looks over and smiles. The illusion of the red dragon flies over head with the hero riding on its back.

 "Hey! How are you today?"

Ambrosius walks forward a bit more, stopping about 15ft away, a monotone expression on his face.

Floyd marvels at it, eyes wide.

 "I am well." He said "What about you?"

Donn turns around, baring needle-like teeth. "YOU. DID YOU DO THIS?"

She giggles as suddenly the dragon explodes in a combustion of sparkles. 

 "Very good thank you! Been writing and eating."

Ambrosius slowly shakes his head.

Initially Floyd is shocked, but slowly the expression becomes amazement and wonder again.

 "That is good. It helps strengthen the mind." He smiles brightly. 

"W H O." They bark, their voice and tone dripping with rage.

Paemava bows as the crowd cheers. 

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 "That is good. It helps strengthen the mind." He smiles brightly. 

"W H O." They bark, their voice and tone dripping with rage.

Paemava bows as the crowd cheers. 

 "Yeah! And I love it too."

"I don't know yet. But I will."

Floyd gives a little whoop and a clap.

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Oh okay. I thought that no one was on since it is early here

 *Most people are offline, as most people are in america, and just waking up. Its pretty far into the afternoon for europeans like me*

 *right. My goodness most of the ppl I meet online are always in Europe. So they can’t stay long because of how much later it is for them.*

 *Heh, most of the people I know online apart from school friends are americans, so I suffer from having to leave early*

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Oh okay. I thought that no one was on since it is early here

 *Most people are offline, as most people are in america, and just waking up. Its pretty far into the afternoon for europeans like me*

 *right. My goodness most of the ppl I meet online are always in Europe. So they can’t stay long because of how much later it is for them.*

 *Heh, most of the people I know online apart from school friends are americans, so I suffer from having to leave early*

 *huh. I always wanted to visit Europe, more specifically Britain since I love the accents and architecture.*