conversations: human
conversations:  Welcome to the persistent tavern, first time comers may feel disoriented, nauseous, bloating, fatigue, exhaustion, cramps or ghost pains. Please see the Local Physician in these cases, though the physician does not exist. In that case, please locate the nearest cleric, which may also not exist.
  
  You find yourself in a vast, and elaborate tavern. The common room, in which you are located is filled with music to which you delight, though you notice many others seem to be hearing music other than that which you are.
  
  A bar stands at each corner, with a central circular hub shaped bar in the center, and a case of stairs upon each wall leading to balconies, and other areas of the tavern.
  
  People of many odd clothes and descriptions fill this chamber, including some that could be considered monstrously overweight in odd short sleeved badly stained shirts.
  
  As you orient yourself to your new locale, a man in a rather fine suit walks up. " Greetings, and welcome to the Persistent Tavern. My your journey lead to what you seek. "
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fale groggily shifts his weight against the hard surface his body was resting on. It had been a really rough night, and now he was aware of a splitting headache. That loud, annoying music and bright light didn't help either.  Wait, what?  The pixie's eyes snap open, suddenly finding himself in a completely different location than he last remembered. Attempting to scramble to his feet, he instead falls off the bench seat of a table and tumbles to the floor with a soft but quite audible  whump .
  
  Once again Fale attempts to stand, this time successfully, and takes in his surroundings. This was... different. But where the hell was he? Where were the others? And how did he even --
  
  " Greetings, and welcome to the Persistent Tavern. My your journey lead to what you seek. "
  
  Now his attention is seized by a man in the fine suit, who greets him.  "Uh... hi? Do you -- um, what is this place, again?"  he questions, still barely able to put a coherent sentence together. But the man has already walked off. Fale turns his gaze away to where he once was to check for his few belongings, but when he turns back around, the man is gone...
  
  Fale climbs back up to the table to sit down and vigorously shakes his head. Was this a dream? For the time being, he continues to look around, wondering what's going on, and trying to rationalize the situation.
conversations: WindStruck:
conversations: human
conversations:  Darius woke up, half his face feeling hot and red. He realized that he had been sleeping at a bar, his head tilted to the left so that he was sleeping on the right side of his face.
  
   "Must have been some crazy night if I can't remember how I got to THIS place. Dang, I wonder how I could even afford to be here. That job with the Empire didn't pan out, and I don't remember teleporting at all..." 
  
  And at this he sighed.  "Not that I can REALLY teleport...yet" 
  
  Feeling a bit out of sorts, Darius ordered a simple meat and cheese sandwich and a cup of water. When he looked around, he saw a few other people disoriented.  "Man, it must have been one really BIG heck of a night." 
conversations: Falcon777:
conversations: human
conversations:  Out of one of the many fireplaces tumbles a man clothed in what looks like living flames. Even his hair and eyes seem an infirno. He shakes his head and stands as the man in the suit speaks to him.
  
  He blinks a few times and shakes his head as he looks around, holding his cast iron staff upright at his side.
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lestus finds himself close to the tavern, covered head to toe in soot with his large wood framed backpack sitting next to him. he looks around at all the others, some as surprised as him and no obvious answer of how he got here.  Which god damn yellow skinned son of a maget infested Barghest decided it would be clever to bring me here?"  He glared up at everyone around him, red dagger already in hand with his other holding firmly to a rapier at his hip.
  
  He is an unusual halfling to say the least, he walks barefoot with shin guards strapped over his badly torn pants. The smell he gives off is somewhere between burnt sausage and moss, making his incredibly well kept armor and assortment of daggers and rapiers all the stranger on him. He storms to the bar, tossing a coin and looking at the assortment of drinks before sitting on his backpack, which was as tall as any of the bar stools and didn't give an inch to his weight. On his head are three sets of eyewear, a pair of goggles, a visor of some dark material and a pair of glasses with multiple lenses.
conversations: Bladehunter217:
conversations: human
conversations:  Imolatus stirs, and moves to sit at the bar, increasing the temperature of the area slightly. " This is definitely better than the underside of Sigil. Who knew there was another world under it? "
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fale thinks to himself a bit. Was it a dream? It's true he hadn't the foggiest idea how he got here, but he distinctly remembered falling off a bench seat. A dream like that would've jarred anyone awake...
  
  On top of his headache, his muscles also seem a bit stiff and he stretches, making his wings also twitch in the process. He hadn't really felt like this since that one time he tried that elven wine, and he vowed to never have it again. He wanted to do something to get rid of that throbbing pain in his head. But first, let's see... he seemed to still be dressed in his winter clothes... and it seemed he had most of his basic gear. Pocket belt, gladius, bow, quiver...
  
  The whole tavern looked quite big; it wasn't really designed for a creature his size, though apparently there were some accommodations for halflings every so often, so that would come close. Standing up on the bench seat, he tries to look around, still dwarfed by everyone and most things around him. Fale spots the nearest bar and heads toward it. At least it doesn't seem too crowded.
  
  To everyone else sitting there, it appears as though a small elf child wearing some wintery furs steps up to the bar. He chooses one of the smaller seats and lays his cloak over the back end, exposing a pair of insect-like wings. Then he carefully uses them to float up and stand on the seat before sitting down.. still a bit too short to be comfortably sitting at the bar, unfortunately.
  
  The pixie cautiously looks around at everything and everyone again, including a halfling that smelled kind of strange and appeared armed to the teeth, another person who appeared to be wreathed in fire, and another man mumbling to himself and chewing on a sandwich. The impatient bartender finally has to prompt Fale, and he simply asks for a glass of water.
  
  After thanking the bartender, he gulps the cup, closes his eyes, and tries to relax in the chair, still puzzled as to how he got here, worrying about his friends, and wondering what he was going to do now.
conversations: WindStruck:
conversations: human
conversations:  Imolatus puts down his own glass of water, and belches flames.
  
  He glances at the pixy and pokes the pixy in the temple, removing his headache, though a very unpleasant sensation of extreme heat courses through him for a moment. " All Glory to the Eternal Flame. " He takes another drink.
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  😦 !!
  
  Fale's body jumps as this searing-hot thing touches his head, and he almost falls out of his chair once again due to shrinking away from the flaming being as an instinctive reaction. But the burning sensation fades away along with his headache, and he stops clenching his teeth. He also reaches up to feel his head where he was just poked, expecting to find missing hair or a scar or something but finds nothing.
  
  After a bit of hesitation, he says, "...thank you! I think... what did you just do?"  🤨
conversations: WindStruck:
conversations: human
conversations:  Imolatus shrugs his heavy shoulders. " I healed you. "
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  Lestus cackles at the exchange, drinking his muf with the same hand as he hold the dagger.   You two make a great couple, but you know what works just as well at ending a headache? Removing the source of the problem, the head making it."  He laughs again as his bag lifts off the ground and floats close enough for him to offer a hand  Lestus, friends call me Oni, long story, maybe we'll have time to share em.  He grins from his perch and the pack settles, not threatening his perch in the slightest.
conversations: Bladehunter217:
conversations: human
conversations:  Imolatus looks at the hand a moment before taking it, at which point he merely holds it awkwardly " I am Imolatus, high priest of the Eternal Flame, giver and taker of form. All Glory to the Eternal Flame. "
  
  The same extreme sensation of uncomfortable heat swiftly rages through Lestus.
  
  (If Lestus is evil... he takes damage. Sorry.)
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  Well, apparently the flaming man did something to heal Fale, he just wondered what exactly he did... and more curiously how he even knew he had a headache in the first place.
  
   "Um, right... thank you..."  Fale responds to him again.
  
  Then to the cackling halfling, who joyously interrupted (probably good thing too to break the awkwardness), he reaches out a ways to also shake his hand.  "Hi, Lestus! I'm Fale! --and I prefer keeping my head where it is, thank you very much! Though the headache is gone anyway now..." 
  
  How did he know about that too? Dang stupid tavern.
conversations: WindStruck:
conversations: human
conversations:  That's just rude, ain't never polite to heal without askin. Less of course they be unconscious, then its fun, after borrowing a few of their tricks of course. All in good fun. Imolatus and Fale, i really must say, i am a fab of immolation if that means anything currently. I keep a little toy that senses other's pain, useful ti keep as many tricks up your sleve as possible.  He grins again ignoring the touch, only bothered enough to voice his opinion before moving on.
  
  (Lestus is Chaotic crazy or neutral.)
conversations: Bladehunter217:
conversations: human
conversations:  " My own ethos are different. 'It is cruel to leave those in need of succor wanting.' My holy vows require me to heal any and all those in need. Whether they request it, want it, nor not. No living thing, with the holy spark of life must be allowed to suffer unnecessarily, it is my duty. I will however, apologize for having offended you. All Glory To The Eternal Flame, from who's fire all souls were forged. "
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  Fale's happy expression slowly changes to that of being confuzzled, listening to the halfling ramble about... uh... what exactly was it that he was talking about? 🤨
  
  Turning back to Imolatus, Fale smiles.  "Hehe, well I don't mind! Honestly can't imagine someone  wanting  to be left hurt and suffering..."  He pauses briefly in thought.  "I think you have quite a noble cause, Imolatus. So... what brought you here?" 
conversations: WindStruck:
conversations: human
conversations:  " I honestly could not say. Last I know we were walking upon the underside of the Plane known as Sigil. "
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  That's right, we were in the middle of killing a demon named Talkath. I wonder how that ended.  He paused listening for a minute before grinning again.  good point nat, I'm certain Sia would take care of it herself. As for you two, let me introduce Natalie my unfortunate friend.  He set the dagger on the table and cackled, enjoying himself thoroughly.
   I apologize for Oni, he is a most unusual creature, but he is the only one i can trust.  The voice of a woman is clear in the minds of all three, echoing softly
conversations: Bladehunter217:
conversations: human
conversations:  Imolatus uses life sense, but makes no visible sounds or motions, the fires of his eyes merely turn green. " Ah... another child of the Eternal Flame. " Imolatus reaches out to caress the blade tenderly. Either way he then says, " I greet you child of the Flame, doubly so apparently, in this case. "
conversations: Ralasha:
conversations: human
conversations:  With his curiosity really sparking up, Fale exclaims,  "Wow, you have a dagger that talks, and her name is Natalie?!"  He briefly calms down noticing that he got kind of loud.  "Um... hi, nice to meet you?"  😳
conversations: WindStruck: