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His transportation through the planes went smoothly as his feet touched the stone walkway just a mere ten feet from the door to a tavern of sorts called the Silver Crucible. He looked left then right. Seeing that others were not paying attention to his arrival. His black cloak with some ragged edges and holes littered it. He lowered his hood revealing a face that split down the middle. One side representing his unnatural undeath that he worked decades to achieve. His necromantic powers reaching its peak almost to rising power of death itself. His only goal now was to ascend into godhood but that will take time and effort to collect the information to do so. He did get this far. So he only could assume it possible. He had left proxies of himself elsewhere in many planes to find said answers. He wondered how those could be going.
He grinned at the idea of visiting a tavern somewhere. Usually these establishments are coated with babbles of information or rumors. Some truthful. Some unbelievably false. But all in all a good place to start. His half grin disappeared as a worm crawled out of his empty skulled eye socket. He plucked it from there and then smiled a grin that almost felt like a father looking upon his newborn child. "Oh deary me little one. You shouldn't be here….. but let is let you free to burrow somewhere and become a large purple worm elsewhere. Oh the chaos you will ensue little child in my undeadly like name, Joyrot." And he set the worm down to crawl its way to a patch of dirt to begin its new life elsewhere. Whatever here was.
He brushed off his bone like hand and started to walk slowly towards the tavern door. Singing in riddles as he so oftentimes did. He found everything boring unless it would help him achieve his goal or considered good for his multiple games or pranks he played on unlucky travelers. Two in particular back on his home plane. But he figured, Alannah could handle them in his absence for now. He did his half grin and stepped within the tavern after opening the door.
The room he come to see was rather well lit and cozy. He instantly hated it. The good smells of food and patrons trying to smell nice to attract one another. He kept composure and told himself this was for information and its the best idea he had at that particular moment. But damn did it aggravate his senses. He stepped around watching people converse with one another. Say yo himslef what a boring pass time activity. Some looked ip and stared at him a moment. He'd just smile and nodded each time. His look made them afraid or look on in disgust. But none of that bothered him in the slightest. He had finally come to an empty table and sat down. "Ok" He whispered to himself. "I'm bound to catch someone's interest. Either bad or good. Who knows." He just began looking about. Not really knowing how to begin this dreaded task called socializing.
He grinned at the idea of visiting a tavern somewhere. Usually these establishments are coated with babbles of information or rumors. Some truthful. Some unbelievably false. But all in all a good place to start. His half grin disappeared as a worm crawled out of his empty skulled eye socket. He plucked it from there and then smiled a grin that almost felt like a father looking upon his newborn child. "Oh deary me little one. You shouldn't be here….. but let is let you free to burrow somewhere and become a large purple worm elsewhere. Oh the chaos you will ensue little child in my undeadly like name, Joyrot." And he set the worm down to crawl its way to a patch of dirt to begin its new life elsewhere. Whatever here was.
He brushed off his bone like hand and started to walk slowly towards the tavern door. Singing in riddles as he so oftentimes did. He found everything boring unless it would help him achieve his goal or considered good for his multiple games or pranks he played on unlucky travelers. Two in particular back on his home plane. But he figured, Alannah could handle them in his absence for now. He did his half grin and stepped within the tavern after opening the door.
The room he come to see was rather well lit and cozy. He instantly hated it. The good smells of food and patrons trying to smell nice to attract one another. He kept composure and told himself this was for information and its the best idea he had at that particular moment. But damn did it aggravate his senses. He stepped around watching people converse with one another. Say yo himslef what a boring pass time activity. Some looked ip and stared at him a moment. He'd just smile and nodded each time. His look made them afraid or look on in disgust. But none of that bothered him in the slightest. He had finally come to an empty table and sat down. "Ok" He whispered to himself. "I'm bound to catch someone's interest. Either bad or good. Who knows." He just began looking about. Not really knowing how to begin this dreaded task called socializing.
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