Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
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I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
Tez casually just takes a seat down at a random table or whatever it is here that resembles a table, Of course while jotting down how the Tavern itself looks like.
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Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
Tez casually just takes a seat down at a random table or whatever it is here that resembles a table, Of course while jotting down how the Tavern itself looks like.
The tavern is rather full. All the lights here come from continual flames in lanterns. The tables, the bar, and the shelves are all made from stone that lined with veins of gold.
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
"What might this one be called then?"
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Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
"Ah. I'd better talk to him then. I should note, since I lack a soul, I don't think most blessings can affect me."
Kalon is opening up for the day, cleaning glasses from behind the bar.
Wannabe is standing outside with his hellhound, brushing it.
Jacob is watching the city from the abandoned Hotel.
The Will is performing blessings for the people in the city.
*Can we bring in characters from other taverns?*
*Yes! thats fine :]*
*Awesome!*
Zen has just wandered in, wondering what this place is about.
Kalon looks over and waves "Hello there," He says, chuckling "How are ya? What can I get you?"
"Do you have anything that is actually strong, alcoholically."
Kalon nods and brings forth a large flask made from brown glass. "Here ya are. Cosmic Horror bowel juices. Sure to get ya fried." He chuckled.
He takes sip.
Its so strong that it's almost like a punch to the face.
He blinks multiple times. "Its horrific." he says monotonly.
He chuckles "Everyone says that." He said.
"How is it made?"
"Some of my mates from the astral planes brought back a carcass. I offered to take it off their hands. They told me what I could do with it. I made the stomach lining into liquid and fermented it." He said.
"Interesting. How much do I owe you?"
"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
"What might this one be called then?"
"You don't want to know the name" Kalon winced and chuckled.
A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
"Ah. I'd better talk to him then. I should note, since I lack a soul, I don't think most blessings can affect me."
She nods "Even those without souls deserve a little luck in their lives." She bows and walks away.
Tez may have been stood corrected, Maybe this place is friendly and only scratches on the outside. As he scratches his chin.
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"Nothing at all. I'm more surprised you didn't die from it." He teases.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I think I lost a few taste buds."
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A large, black vehicle, fully mechanical and belching smog, drives up to the tavern. When the smoke clears, a middle-aged man steps out of the back driver's-side door. He wears large, brown leather boots and gloves, which match his heavily stained apron. He wears a yellow necktie, which is the same color as his bowl cut. His eyes are dull and dark. He doesn't seem like the type of person who smiles often.
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He chuckles "want something more to this realm?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Do you?" The warforge asked, staring into their eyes.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Tez casually just takes a seat down at a random table or whatever it is here that resembles a table, Of course while jotting down how the Tavern itself looks like.
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"Yes please, if you wouldn't mind."
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
A human man with light maroon hair narrows his eyes but says nothing, watching as he passes by.
A priestess woman, however, walks over to him. She is tall for a human but seems very frail. She wears golden robes and an ornate headdress. She occasionally coughs into her sleeve. "Hello sire. Welcome to our lovely town."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The tavern is rather full. All the lights here come from continual flames in lanterns. The tables, the bar, and the shelves are all made from stone that lined with veins of gold.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He nods and walks behind the bar, crouching down. He brings forth a keg made from very old oak and carved with dwarven symbols. "Dwarves are known for their stonecraft but their beer is worth just as much." He pours a bit into a beerstein.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
The newcomer doesn't look directly at the priestess. "I'm sure it has its charms. This tavern... do you have any idea what sorts frequent it? I'm looking for people who can fight for money. They don't have to be willing to risk their lives, though. I've taken care of that."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Kalon is the owner of the Tavern. He can help you, he knows everyone who passes through." She said and nodded. She spoke a series of words and smiled "A blessing for you say."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"What might this one be called then?"
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
"Ah. I'd better talk to him then. I should note, since I lack a soul, I don't think most blessings can affect me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"You don't want to know the name" Kalon winced and chuckled.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She nods "Even those without souls deserve a little luck in their lives." She bows and walks away.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He nods and enters the building. His dull eyes, set into an already dull face, scan the room.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Kalon is over by the bar, serving customers and cleaning glasses.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘