"Well, there's the Hero Card, which gets you free lodgings and food if it matches your credentials, but one of your reputation would not likely have one. Gear, medicine, corpses, flammables, and other valuables can be bartered or sold here, and of course, we can't turn away coins and bills."
He pulls some coins from a small pouch, "Does that work for ya?"
He leans over and counts them. "Ooh, yes, these will work just fine! Now, I'll need you to sign a little slip and keep it with you for the duration of your stay to prove you have a room. I'll sign it so we know that it's real. You will have the only copy, and you need not use your real name, esteemed and respected individual!"
He puts the coins in the till, pulls a little piece of paper off of it, signs it, and passes it to Candle.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, there's the Hero Card, which gets you free lodgings and food if it matches your credentials, but one of your reputation would not likely have one. Gear, medicine, corpses, flammables, and other valuables can be bartered or sold here, and of course, we can't turn away coins and bills."
He pulls some coins from a small pouch, "Does that work for ya?"
He leans over and counts them. "Ooh, yes, these will work just fine! Now, I'll need you to sign a little slip and keep it with you for the duration of your stay to prove you have a room. I'll sign it so we know that it's real. You will have the only copy, and you need not use your real name, esteemed and respected individual!"
He puts the coins in the till, pulls a little piece of paper off of it, signs it, and passes it to Candle.
Name: Candle, the Wax Warrior
Duration of Stay: 1 week
He shows it to the max, his handwriting is pretty sloppy.
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
"Well, there's the Hero Card, which gets you free lodgings and food if it matches your credentials, but one of your reputation would not likely have one. Gear, medicine, corpses, flammables, and other valuables can be bartered or sold here, and of course, we can't turn away coins and bills."
He pulls some coins from a small pouch, "Does that work for ya?"
He leans over and counts them. "Ooh, yes, these will work just fine! Now, I'll need you to sign a little slip and keep it with you for the duration of your stay to prove you have a room. I'll sign it so we know that it's real. You will have the only copy, and you need not use your real name, esteemed and respected individual!"
He puts the coins in the till, pulls a little piece of paper off of it, signs it, and passes it to Candle.
Name: Candle, the Wax Warrior
Duration of Stay: 1 week
He shows it to the man, his handwriting is pretty sloppy.
"This will do fine, fine! Now keep it handy in case we need some proof you're staying here."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
"Greetings my good sir" he replies in a raspy voice. "Are you in need of an exterminator perhapssss?"
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
"Greetings my good sir" he replies in a raspy voice. "Are you in need of an exterminator perhapssss?"
*Cya*
*That was fun. One of my players basically Magic-Missiled the moon.*
The man blinks. "What kind of exterminator?" He leans close. "Do you do dogs?" he whispers.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Well, there's the Hero Card, which gets you free lodgings and food if it matches your credentials, but one of your reputation would not likely have one. Gear, medicine, corpses, flammables, and other valuables can be bartered or sold here, and of course, we can't turn away coins and bills."
He pulls some coins from a small pouch, "Does that work for ya?"
He leans over and counts them. "Ooh, yes, these will work just fine! Now, I'll need you to sign a little slip and keep it with you for the duration of your stay to prove you have a room. I'll sign it so we know that it's real. You will have the only copy, and you need not use your real name, esteemed and respected individual!"
He puts the coins in the till, pulls a little piece of paper off of it, signs it, and passes it to Candle.
Name: Candle, the Wax Warrior
Duration of Stay: 1 week
He shows it to the man, his handwriting is pretty sloppy.
"This will do fine, fine! Now keep it handy in case we need some proof you're staying here."
"Alright, thanks I guess. What room will I be staying in?"
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Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The innkeeper has a new mask. It appears to be an exaggerated grieving mask, cracked to the point that it's barely holding together, and a third of it is covered in dried blood. The man whistles a jolly tune as he polishes a carpenter's hammer.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
"Greetings my good sir" he replies in a raspy voice. "Are you in need of an exterminator perhapssss?"
*Cya*
*That was fun. One of my players basically Magic-Missiled the moon.*
The man blinks. "What kind of exterminator?" He leans close. "Do you do dogs?" he whispers.
He leans in closer, “I do anything... for a price.” He gestures to the syringe hanging at his side.
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
"Greetings my good sir" he replies in a raspy voice. "Are you in need of an exterminator perhapssss?"
*Cya*
*That was fun. One of my players basically Magic-Missiled the moon.*
The man blinks. "What kind of exterminator?" He leans close. "Do you do dogs?" he whispers.
He leans in closer, “I do anything... for a price.” He gestures to the syringe hanging at his side.
The man giggles. "How do you feel about cultists? Like the ones that wear masks like these?" He opens a drawer and pulls out a stack of cracked, blood-splattered masks, resembling exaggerated human faces.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
"Greetings my good sir" he replies in a raspy voice. "Are you in need of an exterminator perhapssss?"
*Cya*
*That was fun. One of my players basically Magic-Missiled the moon.*
The man blinks. "What kind of exterminator?" He leans close. "Do you do dogs?" he whispers.
He leans in closer, “I do anything... for a price.” He gestures to the syringe hanging at his side.
The man giggles. "How do you feel about cultists? Like the ones that wear masks like these?" He opens a drawer and pulls out a stack of cracked, blood-splattered masks, resembling exaggerated human faces.
He picks up one of the masks, “the cultists are a remarkable people, always up to something. Don’t taste good though.” Th corners of his mouth twitch upwards behind his plague mask.
He leans over and counts them. "Ooh, yes, these will work just fine! Now, I'll need you to sign a little slip and keep it with you for the duration of your stay to prove you have a room. I'll sign it so we know that it's real. You will have the only copy, and you need not use your real name, esteemed and respected individual!"
He puts the coins in the till, pulls a little piece of paper off of it, signs it, and passes it to Candle.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Thanks, forgot about lower body thoguh*
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Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
He shows it to the max, his handwriting is pretty sloppy.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
A short man walks into the tavern. He has long black hair that hangs down around his shoulders, he is wearing half plat armour over his shirt and a leather coat. Most peculiar is his plague doctors mask and the strange cannister on his back glowing with an eerie green light. He walks up to the bar.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
"This will do fine, fine! Now keep it handy in case we need some proof you're staying here."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The man in the grinning mask looks over to him. "Greetings, esteemed and respected individual!"
*I gotta run MORK BORG now, bye!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Greetings my good sir" he replies in a raspy voice. "Are you in need of an exterminator perhapssss?"
*Cya*
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
*That was fun. One of my players basically Magic-Missiled the moon.*
The man blinks. "What kind of exterminator?" He leans close. "Do you do dogs?" he whispers.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Alright, thanks I guess. What room will I be staying in?"
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
He begins to scribble on the piece of paper "Room... 11. It has a picture of a tree on it." He hands the slip back.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A tr- Alright." The wax batman walks away to put his stuff in his room.
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The door has a lock, but the lock has an eye in place of a keyhole. It opens as he gets close.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He walks in, unloads his stuff and shuts the door, he simply waves to the eye
Your friendly trans bard!
She/They pronouns
The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
The innkeeper has a new mask. It appears to be an exaggerated grieving mask, cracked to the point that it's barely holding together, and a third of it is covered in dried blood. The man whistles a jolly tune as he polishes a carpenter's hammer.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
The innkeeper whistles to himself, a grim song that feels oddly familiar.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
can i play?
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Nonbinary Female, 1/3 human, 1/3 feline, 1/3 dragon
Mentally and emotionally unstable, anorexic (currently in remission!), autism, ADHD, anger issues
*If you respect the lore, I'm good with it.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He leans in closer, “I do anything... for a price.” He gestures to the syringe hanging at his side.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn
The man giggles. "How do you feel about cultists? Like the ones that wear masks like these?" He opens a drawer and pulls out a stack of cracked, blood-splattered masks, resembling exaggerated human faces.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
He picks up one of the masks, “the cultists are a remarkable people, always up to something. Don’t taste good though.” Th corners of his mouth twitch upwards behind his plague mask.
Characters (Links!):
Faelin Nighthollow - 7th Sojourn