The Sleeping Dragon

As you open an extravagant door that appeared in your dungeon, you are met with the sight of a cozy tavern where lizardmen are drinking, minotaurs are wrestling, and behind the bar is the resident bartender and owner of this fine establishment, an ancient blue dragon named Asmodeus polymorphed as a tiefling for convenience. As you take a closer look around the tavern it has been sectioned off into 8 sections a VIP area for dungeon bosses, a fighting arena for rowdy customers, the bar for alcohol enjoyers, a trading post for monsters who want to trade abundant resources that are in their dungeons, the forges where fire elementals and monsterous blacksmiths spend their time, the library where spell casters usually find themselves researching about several topics, the a small garden with an underground lake where fey and woodland beings typically enjoy their time and finally last but not least a lounge where a vast majority of visitors go to relax and enjoy their time

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Asmodeus, the barkeep, is currently cleaning out shot glasses as he watches his customers enjoy the tavern

*small question; may I play a Tabaxi cleric if the Tabaxi is also a lycanthrope?*

A hooded tiefling sits at the bar, drinking a mug of ale. 

*Yes you can. Sorry I forgot to add tabaxi to the race list*

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*small question; may I play a Tabaxi cleric if the Tabaxi is also a lycanthrope?*

 *sure did I miss tabaxi?*

 *I didn’t see them on the list*

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A hooded tiefling sits at the bar, drinking a mug of ale. 

 Hello, dear patron, how are you faring today? Asmodeus says, looking up as he just finished cleaning the glasses

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*small question; may I play a Tabaxi cleric if the Tabaxi is also a lycanthrope?*

 *sure did I miss tabaxi?*

 *I didn’t see them on the list*

 *They are added now, sorry about that, let me know if there are any other races you want added*

*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

The door opens, releasing a blizzard of snow and... stars? A large wolf, perhaps a Dire Wolf, strolls through, the ice clinging to its short fur, which waves as if submerged, parts aglow like the night sky. It gazes upon the patrons before growling a low, yet not intentionally menacing, rumble, signifying a small pack to follow in. The rests of the wolves are regular in size and appearance, though one near the front of the group carries a slumbering tabaxi, her fur in places replaced by transcendent scales, particularly her right paw, which now resembles a dragonborn's claw. The Dire Wolf walks over and nudges her awake. "Mmmm. Where are we Sylvan?" She speaks, sitting up and taking in the surroundings.

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*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

 "Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires

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*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

 "Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires

A grunt. A horrible hacking, coughing sound comes from the inside, as if it were dying. Then: in a loud, crackly voice, the creature says: "I would enjoy a refill, thank you."

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*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

 "Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires

A grunt. A horrible hacking, coughing sound comes from the inside, as if it were dying. Then: in a loud, crackly voice, the creature says: "I would enjoy a refill, thank you."

 Asmodeus proceeds to refill their drink and says, "So which dungeon did you come from?"

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*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

 "Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires

A grunt. A horrible hacking, coughing sound comes from the inside, as if it were dying. Then: in a loud, crackly voice, the creature says: "I would enjoy a refill, thank you."

 Asmodeus proceeds to refill their drink and says, "So which dungeon did you come from?"

"Mm. I've been through many in my time." It sips slowly, savoring the taste of the drink. "Sit! Take a rest and chat with me!"

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*Can I join as a Gold Dragon Wyrmling with instances of fire damage replaced by lightning? Also, the following Innate Spellcasting:

At-will: Shocking Grasp

1/day each: Chromatic Orb, Witch Bolt

Also, maybe the ability to take on a human form (this is kinda an adaption of my CHB character, with some small changes)*

 *Feel free, it qualifies for the above 6 intelligence :)*

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*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

 "Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires

A grunt. A horrible hacking, coughing sound comes from the inside, as if it were dying. Then: in a loud, crackly voice, the creature says: "I would enjoy a refill, thank you."

 Asmodeus proceeds to refill their drink and says, "So which dungeon did you come from?"

"Mm. I've been through many in my time." It sips slowly, savoring the taste of the drink. "Sit! Take a rest and chat with me!"

 "Sorry, I can't I have other patrons to look after."

*Can I be a Unspeakable Horror but with 6 Int, a health boost (Like maybe 50-65 more), the Zombie Undead Fortitude, and the Green Hag Illusionary appearance?*

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*Bonjour.*

A tall ----- or are they short? humanoid ----- or are they in-un-not-human? No-one can quite decide what this person's supposed to be. A cloak wreathes its entire body, hiding it from sight, but more than that ----- a sort of darkness, of mist, enfolds and disguises this beast. It sits quietly, and at times, you can see a small bit of mucous as a greenish, gelatinous arm slides out from beneath its garments, snatching its cup and taking another loud sip. It ignores all who have approached it so far, except for the bartender.

*HB out soon. A not-very-powerful, smarter, blurred ooze, essentially.*

 "Hello, dear patron, do you need a refill or anything?" Asmodeus inquires

A grunt. A horrible hacking, coughing sound comes from the inside, as if it were dying. Then: in a loud, crackly voice, the creature says: "I would enjoy a refill, thank you."

 Asmodeus proceeds to refill their drink and says, "So which dungeon did you come from?"

"Mm. I've been through many in my time." It sips slowly, savoring the taste of the drink. "Sit! Take a rest and chat with me!"

 "Sorry, I can't I have other patrons to look after."

"All good, friend. You amaze me even with your presence." Although you can't see, you get the sense that the creature, beneath its hood, is smiling. "By the way, do you have any coffee, if it's not too much to ask? Don't get me wrong, I love ale, but I'm desperately in need of something to keep me awake."

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*Can I be a Unspeakable Horror but with 6 Int, a health boost (Like maybe 50-65 more), the Zombie Undead Fortitude, and the Green Hag Illusionary appearance?*

 *Sure*