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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

 I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

 I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”

 He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

 She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

 She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.

As far as anyone knows, the poison does not have a cure. Being administered it is certain death, unless the victim is cured by a god. 

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

 I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”

 He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”

 I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and hands it to you. 

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

 I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”

 He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”

 I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and give it to you. 

 “I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

 I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”

 He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”

 I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and give it to you. 

 “I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”

 I say “never got your name, did i? Mines dagger.”

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the inn is crowded, as the snow rages on outside. But one person sits on the porch. He is a 4’8 elf, who wears an iron chest plate. He also wears a red hood and cape. 

 A young elf with silky black hair tied into a long braid is hunched over on the porch next to him, bundled up in ragged blankets and coats and holding up a glass of thick alcohol. His skin is pale, his figure youthful. He turns to the person sitting next to him. “You rich?” He asks, tilting his head sideways. His eyes are inquisitive, a fine emerald green. 

 The elf looks confused. “That’s not exactly a normal question. Do you always introduce your self like that?” He says as he pulls a wallet out of his cloak. He opens it to reveal 1 copper coin. 

 “Forgive me.” He says grimly. “That chestplate and cloak looks expensive. And nah, I usually don’t introduce myself at all. I’m a beggar, y’see. I ask for money. Sometimes I steal too. You don’t seem worth stealing from.”

 I give you the copper coin saying “I stole the armor. The cloak, its my dad’s.”

 He chuckles. “Keep your money. You need it more than a scrap like me.”

 He says “no I don’t. I have a job as maid in the tavern. Which I should get back to.” I stand up, and say “want to come in with me? I’ll steal you a drink.”

He downs the last of his current drink and grins. “Sure, mate. Thank ya.”

 I walk to the inn door, and open it an inch, before tearing the door off its hinges. “I like to make my entrances subtle, compared to my exits.”

 He nods. “Hm. You do seem like the subtle type…”

 I walk into the bustling inn. I go to the nearest table and yells “look!” While the man is distracted I grab his drink and give it to you. 

 “I like your style of doing things.” He says, slipping into the crowd. If you follow, he frowns. “Awful large storm outside, eh? The forest is not the nicest either.”

 I say “never got your name, did i? Mines dagger.”

 “I’m Fionn. Don’t like to share it, but you helped me out.”

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

 She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.

As far as anyone knows, the poison does not have a cure. Being administered it is certain death, unless the victim is cured by a god. 

 She cracks her hands, and brings out a deck of cards, shuffling with it as if to stim.

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

 She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.

As far as anyone knows, the poison does not have a cure. Being administered it is certain death, unless the victim is cured by a god. 

 She cracks her hands, and brings out a deck of cards, shuffling with it as if to stim.

 “What are you doing?” Conan asks. 

*Sashays into the thread like a glamorous cryptid*

*will read through all the posts and possibly create a character soon, if that’s alright :>*

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

 She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.

As far as anyone knows, the poison does not have a cure. Being administered it is certain death, unless the victim is cured by a god. 

 She cracks her hands, and brings out a deck of cards, shuffling with it as if to stim.

 “What are you doing?” Conan asks. 

 "Thinking. Thinking as much as I can."

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 “Th-thank you… what is your name, kind soul?” 

 "I do not truly have one; not that I know. I have a title, though."

 “Share, please.”

 "The Queen of Spades. I typically sail the seas."

 “I am Conan. Thief and warlock.”

 "I engage in theft as well, but I wouldn't state it to most." She holds our a hand to shake.

 “It has become a title in recent years.” He takes it, shaking her hand firmly. 

 She turns back to the child thinking over a way to cure the disease.

As far as anyone knows, the poison does not have a cure. Being administered it is certain death, unless the victim is cured by a god. 

 She cracks her hands, and brings out a deck of cards, shuffling with it as if to stim.

 “What are you doing?” Conan asks. 

 "Thinking. Thinking as much as I can."

 “Do you know what it is?”

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*Sashays into the thread like a glamorous cryptid*

*will read through all the posts and possibly create a character soon, if that’s alright :>*

 *It’s pretty bland, I just wanted to roleplay. The world is hardly developed, but I figure it’s part of the overall ddb multiverse because Kieran is from a different world. Second LRI but with less of a setting basically.*

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 “Do you know what it is?”

 "Ghost's Blood. Might need to gamble my soul for theirs."

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 “Do you know what it is?”

 "Ghost's Blood. Might need to gamble my soul for theirs."

 “Y-you sure you’d be willing to do that? Is there another way we can do this? Use my soul instead?”

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 “Do you know what it is?”

 "Ghost's Blood. Might need to gamble my soul for theirs."

 “Y-you sure you’d be willing to do that? Is there another way we can do this? Use my soul instead?”

 "It's some of what I do. Just need to find a god that likes cards. Mayyyybe an archdevil."

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 “Do you know what it is?”

 "Ghost's Blood. Might need to gamble my soul for theirs."

 “Y-you sure you’d be willing to do that? Is there another way we can do this? Use my soul instead?”

 "It's some of what I do. Just need to find a god that likes cards. Mayyyybe an archdevil."

 “I can’t ask you to do that. Use my soul instead.”