[Nexus] Trog's Tavern CCXI

[Chaotic Bob]

"Ah, Truespeech is an interesting matter... that I'll leave for another time.

I'd like to know about both, I think."

"Fair enough. It can take some time to discuss."
Meanwhile, somewhere along the line, she acquires another orange juice. Or her glass refilled itself. One of the two.
Either way, she's taking a sip of it.

"As for our location, we'll start here, since it is simpler. This is Trog's Tavern, one of the more popular public locations in this city. Or, at least, it was last time I checked. Perhaps the times have changed.
Regardless, people of all manner of species and beliefs show up here seeking interesting people, entertainment, or simply their daily beverage. Half of them do not pay for it. The place possesses numerous enchantments, from what I can tell. It varies in size depending on how many people are in it and can regenerate from any form of destruction that it can (and does) suffer."

[Moff Chumley]

D7 is lurking around, eavesdropping.

[RabbitHoleLost]

"No, its not amnesia." She snapped over her shoulder, looking at the man who had tried to help her before, and then looked back to the lich, her energy flaring up higher in her frantic frustration.
To any undead, she would look like a bright beacon, perhaps giving off a feeling of simultaneous comfort and apprehension.
"Who's Calublufiok? What cat? What goal? Details, man, details!"
It went unsaid, but she was certain he heard it all the same.
I know all the ways to hurt someone like you.

[The Bushranger]

Kevin somehow manages to avoid blushing, but busies himself with his ale.

Crissy looks away again, and smiles.
"So, um, anyway...that's all good with you, then, or will you be needing to head back there anytime soon?"

[Murska]

"Fair enough. It can take some time to discuss."
Meanwhile, somewhere along the line, she acquires another orange juice. Or her glass refilled itself. One of the two.
Either way, she's taking a sip of it.

"As for our location, we'll start here, since it is simpler. This is Trog's Tavern, one of the more popular public locations in this city. Or, at least, it was last time I checked. Perhaps the times have changed.
Regardless, people of all manner of species and beliefs show up here seeking interesting people, entertainment, or simply their daily beverage. Half of them do not pay for it. The place possesses numerous enchantments, from what I can tell. It varies in size depending on how many people are in it and can regenerate from any form of destruction that it can (and does) suffer."

"Sounds like I ended up somewhere interesting. Though life tends to be simpler with less magic and other such things around. But who wants a simple life anyway?"

[FireFox]

Crissy looks away again, and smiles.
"So, um, anyway...that's all good with you, then, or will you be needing to head back there anytime soon?"

No, I'll be staying around the Nexus for awhile.
Hopefully he doesn't meet the young version of his dad who's around somewhere...

[The Bushranger]

Two Tobys....two Kevins...Two Tonys...no waiting?


"That's great," Crissy says, looking back and smiling happily. "Ambassador, you said, right?"

[Reinholdt]

The Admiral's red glowing eyes shrink a little more as does he. He stops even trying to play.

"Calublufiok was a crazy lich who thought himself GOD and wanted destroy the entire multi-verse to prove it. Some of us, like me, were forced to help him. Some of us, like you and the cat, joined him willingly. The cat's name is Reinholdt. He's a small, Russian blue cat that can talk and shoot stuff pretty dead with his pea shoo-errr... sniper rifle. He's still alive from what I've heard and pretty well known around these parts. More than me, which I'm ok wi... errr..." The Admiral scurries back to where he was. "Still alive. He spent a ton of time with you I think before also turning on Calublufiok. He'd probably know way more than I. You have a Citadel made of Glass, wear a top hat, and are a necromancer who likes tea! And that's all I know, I swear!" Oh you could probably squeeze a drop or two more out if the questions were right.

Oh you cowardly hedonist lich you. Then again, you are terrified of being subjugated again. Freedom is your desire.

[FireFox]

The Druid shrugs and makes a face. I just have to go around and talk to a bunch of people and offer them help they don't need. I ain't one for diplomacy or anything, so it's kinda a punishment.

[ThirdEmperor]

You're a necromancer? Would you by any chance know a spell capable of preventing someone from being reincarnated.

[The Bushranger]

"Awww. Well, um, do you think it'll be dangerous or anything? I hope not!"
Crissy is in fact tipsy.

[Chaotic Bob]

Feia nods and stares over towards the lich.
Looks like something interesting was happening that didn't involve ridiculous music. Intriguing.

"If you seek simplicity or normality, it would be best to leave immediately. You will find neither here."

[FireFox]

"Awww. Well, um, do you think it'll be dangerous or anything? I hope not!"
Crissy is in fact tipsy.

Well, I'm not going to any of the Evil groups, so it should be fine.

[RabbitHoleLost]

Rabbit sighed, taking mental notes of everything he mentioned.
Reinholdt.
Someone who knew her..or the previous her, or whatever, well.
Someone who knew.
Rabbit gently lifted her hands, her left one moving to cup against the cheekbone of the lich, unless he jerked away. Soft waves of her necromantic power transmitted gently, not controlling, nor anything of the sort.
It would likely be a pleasant enough feeling for the undead.

"Thank you." She should have known- the undead never let her down.

[Murska]

Feia nods and stares over towards the lich.
Looks like something interesting was happening that didn't involve ridiculous music. Intriguing.

"If you seek simplicity or normality, it would be best to leave immediately. You will find neither here."

He glances where she's looking. "Not particularly. Normality is not a very fruitful ground for the growth of new ideas and thoughts."

[The Bushranger]

Well, I'm not going to any of the Evil groups, so it should be fine.

"Oh. Well, that's good then! Um, guess that means you won't be needing any supplies then? Or maybe I could give you some things just to make sure!" Crissy nods, emphatically.

[FireFox]

Kevin raises an eyebrow at her as he drains his mug. I should be fine, but thanks, Crissy.

[Reinholdt]

Eee... oooh... mmmm...
Wow. The Admiral hadn't felt this much since... since... like ever. Calublufiok pretty much cursed him to a life of never feeling a woman's touch ever again. Or the taste of food or wine. Or any of the good pleasures in life. The worst possible life for an admitted hedonist as himself. He only hadn't killed himself to end his eternal suffering, his pleasureless life, because he doesn't have a clue where his phylactery is.

But right now he was rather glad he hadn't. It was all worth it for that one touch he didn't expect come from a person he never knew.
Worth it.
"You're welcome." He nuzzled into the hand, wishing it to never go away.

[Chaotic Bob]

What an intriguing little girl. Feia has not seen many, even around here, that would act so with a lich.
Perhaps this warrants investigation later.
"Ah, by that point, one has to ask: 'What is normality?' It becomes a rather sticky subject."

[RabbitHoleLost]

You're a necromancer? Would you by any chance know a spell capable of preventing someone from being reincarnated.

(( Whoops. Missed this the first time around))
Rabbit pulled away from the lich, turning to look at the man.
"No. I don't know a spell, but I think I know a way. It's likely not the solution you're looking for, though."
She smiled coldly, sitting back on her bench to take a sip of the now frigid cider.

((Deadtime))

[The Bushranger]

Kevin raises an eyebrow at her as he drains his mug. I should be fine, but thanks, Crissy.

"You're welcome..." Crissy says, smiling, and deciding to order another, stronger drink.

[Murska]

What an intriguing little girl. Feia has not seen many, even around here, that would act so with a lich.
Perhaps this warrants investigation later.
"Ah, by that point, one has to ask: 'What is normality?' It becomes a rather sticky subject."

"Normality is subjective. It's what gives one nothing more new, no revelations nor thought."

[Reinholdt]

The Admiral sighs in frustration as the feeling goes away. His eyes hover on the girl for a bit longer before he gets rid of his keyboard and summons back his guitar and starts playing another song just cause he feels like it.

[Rae Artemi]

Rae walks into the tavern with a slightly confused look on his face. He looks around, but doesn't see anyone he knows. He does however, see a woman in an awesome top hat. He walks towards her, and when he is a few steps away... he pounces!

[Chaotic Bob]

"Then what one would consider normality could still provide a measure of new to one who did not. As a naturally subjective thing it becomes more difficult to find, in a way.
I enjoy thinking this place treats itself as an 'anti-normal', of sorts."
Or those that dwell here seem determined to keep it that way, at times, it seems.

[The Bushranger]

((Ye Olde Neue Thread!))