A tavern sits on the coast, called the Four Beads Bar. It is large with beautiful maroon painted wood and grooves and markings. The entrance is a double door with brass knobs, cool to the touch. Inside is a wide area with barrels for chairs and tables along with a painting of a cat playing a tambourine in a lush field. There are only a few dwarves inside gulping mead and a 5'7" strig with beige feathers behind the counter, who looks ever so slightly plump.
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I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
A tall, skinny half-elf emerges from a storm drain outside of the tavern. His pallid face is streaked with grime, and it looks like he's been underground for a very long time. A black rat is perched on his shoulder.
A young boy, about ten years old, stumbles into the tavern. His features are animalistic, his hair black, skin gray, eyes amber. He growls as he watches the dwarves and sighs.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
"My thanks." He nods.
*be back, gtg for a bit*
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The slightly plump strig immediately and quietly tells another taller strig, his brother, to go grab his longsword just in case.
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I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
The slightly plump strig immediately and quietly tells another taller strig, his brother, to go grab his longsword just in case.
'Hey, hey, we're not here to cause any trouble. Or would ya rather it if I crawled back down the sewer from whence I came? Nah, I'm sticking around'
*turns out I don't gtg for another 10*
The boy nods, glaring.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
"My thanks." He nods.
*be back, gtg for a bit*
'What do ya need? Could show me where the injured are. Are you in any kind of trouble ya self? I know a couple places ya could hide'
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
"My thanks." He nods.
*be back, gtg for a bit*
'What do ya need? Could show me where the injured are. Are you in any kind of trouble ya self? I know a couple places ya could hide'
"People... enslaved, escaped, hurt, hunted." He signs quickly. "N-no tongue. Name is A-V-A-S-A-N."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
The slightly plump strig's brother returns, and returns to chitchatting with the slightly plump one (Who I will now call Duncan to lessen words), who seems slightly spooked by the number of weapons in the room.
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I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
"My thanks." He nods.
*be back, gtg for a bit*
'What do ya need? Could show me where the injured are. Are you in any kind of trouble ya self? I know a couple places ya could hide'
"People... enslaved, escaped, hurt, hunted." He signs quickly. "N-no tongue. Name is A-V-A-S-A-N."
'No tongue... okay, we can deal with that. I got a hideout, it ain't pretty but it should keep the hunters out. If you bring the others, then I can work on them. Wanna come with me?'
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
"My thanks." He nods.
*be back, gtg for a bit*
'What do ya need? Could show me where the injured are. Are you in any kind of trouble ya self? I know a couple places ya could hide'
"People... enslaved, escaped, hurt, hunted." He signs quickly. "N-no tongue. Name is A-V-A-S-A-N."
'No tongue... okay, we can deal with that. I got a hideout, it ain't pretty but it should keep the hunters out. If you bring the others, then I can work on them. Wanna come with me?'
"No come with strangers."
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan.
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, remains in his stool and pokes Duncan in the belly from across the counter.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
Avasan approaches Duncan
Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, pokes Duncan in the belly.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
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My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
A tavern sits on the coast, called the Four Beads Bar. It is large with beautiful maroon painted wood and grooves and markings. The entrance is a double door with brass knobs, cool to the touch. Inside is a wide area with barrels for chairs and tables along with a painting of a cat playing a tambourine in a lush field. There are only a few dwarves inside gulping mead and a 5'7" strig with beige feathers behind the counter, who looks ever so slightly plump.
*Please use asterisks when talking out of character. More lore available when asked for. You can pm me for your character's lore if you want.*
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
*rad, yeah*
Yoooo!!! I'm a Walmartian and my pronouns are Walmart/Walmert. My boy Goobertio1234 and I are TIGHT! Shout-out to his dog.
A tall, skinny half-elf emerges from a storm drain outside of the tavern. His pallid face is streaked with grime, and it looks like he's been underground for a very long time. A black rat is perched on his shoulder.
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A young boy, about ten years old, stumbles into the tavern. His features are animalistic, his hair black, skin gray, eyes amber. He growls as he watches the dwarves and sighs.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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The half-elf nods to the kid. 'Ya ok? New here too?'
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He nods, growling again, and begins signing vigorously.
"New here. People scary. Need help. People hurt."
*If you understand CSL, then you can read this.*
He wears a white chiton, his hair is messy, he has long scars down his arms, and his eyes are predatory. He has a large steel tipped spear strapped to his back and carries two scabbards with shortswords inside of them.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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'Yeah, that they are. Seen a fair few of folks like that in my time. But I can help you. People are hurt? I'm a healer'. The half-elf reclines into his chair, dripping filthy water everywhere
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"My thanks." He nods.
*be back, gtg for a bit*
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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The slightly plump strig immediately and quietly tells another taller strig, his brother, to go grab his longsword just in case.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
'Hey, hey, we're not here to cause any trouble. Or would ya rather it if I crawled back down the sewer from whence I came? Nah, I'm sticking around'
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*turns out I don't gtg for another 10*
The boy nods, glaring.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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'What do ya need? Could show me where the injured are. Are you in any kind of trouble ya self? I know a couple places ya could hide'
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"People... enslaved, escaped, hurt, hunted." He signs quickly. "N-no tongue. Name is A-V-A-S-A-N."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!
The slightly plump strig's brother returns, and returns to chitchatting with the slightly plump one (Who I will now call Duncan to lessen words), who seems slightly spooked by the number of weapons in the room.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
'No tongue... okay, we can deal with that. I got a hideout, it ain't pretty but it should keep the hunters out. If you bring the others, then I can work on them. Wanna come with me?'
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Duncan starts silently stressing out behind the counter about the hygiene of the wet rat on the half-elf's shoulder, mostly ignoring his brother's chitchat. He is also stressing about the fact he has no drinks to serve to people under their species' drinking age.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
"No come with strangers."
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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Avasan approaches Duncan.
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
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Duncan timidly shoos away his brother's chitchat as Avasan aproaches. His brother, whom I shall now call Grishkin, remains in his stool and pokes Duncan in the belly from across the counter.
I'm just some geek that loves stuff like Rain World, Hollow Knight, Bob's Burgers, Marvel, DnD, and LoTR. I would never punch someone, and I love my family.
Also, shout-out to my dog. He's not disabled or almost died or anything, but I love him very much. Yes, ShmexyBunsenBurner is infact tight with me.
Avasan grimaces and starts signing again.
"Water. Please. Chicken?"
My wings were clipped, my heart in a chain, I suffered then, I walked through pain, but even now I know my strength, and I know I'll go any length to save the ones I love.
My least favorite person is me, but my favorite people are y'all. Keeper of Lore, Scribe, Writer.
Extended Signature!