Ask Typhon

"Wadda ya want? I got ale, grog, whiskey, the Robert Special, and whatever fell off the back of a ship yesterday." (OC Ask Blog for Pathfinder, Multiple Universe friendly!)

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Good thing pants aren’t a required part of the uniform! Everyone’s favorite bar-fish will be your mixologist on this cruise. Find him in the bar, or maybe playing a game of cards or two in his off time. Who knows, persuade him enough and he may even dance with you, just… watch the tail. It tends to get under everything.

**Many thanks to the wonderful @ask-the-new-soul-pirates for the art! Everyone else compliment her too, she’s wonderful.**

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Good thing pants aren’t a required part of the uniform! Everyone’s favorite bar-fish will be your mixologist on this cruise. Find him in the bar, or maybe playing a game of cards or two in his off time. Who knows, persuade him enough and he may even dance with you, just... watch the tail. It tends to get under everything.

**Many thanks to the wonderful @ask-the-new-soul-pirates for the art! Everyone else compliment her too, she’s wonderful.**

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The small Marine woman looked up at the priest... and promptly challenged him to a pose-off.

“Oh-ho-ho, you wish to challenge me young lady?” He does a quick set of stretches before placing his hands together and begins pushing them against each other, pushing his muscles out, causing his shirt to begin bulging. His eyes sparkle as he gazes into Mitsu’s eyes “There can be no shame in loss, nor no honor gained in winning, merely the furtherance of perfection!”

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So with a change in my work schedule (again), my mother evacuating from the hurricane to stay here with the cats for a while, and me waiting for the ulcer meds to kick in, I have zero creative drive. I’ll try to get to some writing soon, but until then, recovery takes priority. My apologies.

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The Waitress

It was a night like any other, Robert was sitting in his usual seat, the regulars wouldn’t show up for another hour or two, and a gaggle of idiots had come in to talk tough, act brave, and be a general, if well-paying, nuisance. I had been working as the bar-fish for a few weeks, and after the first couple nights most folks had gotten over the weird guy serving them beer and assorted brews. A few more folks had wandered in, along with a message from the owner, that the bar would be expanding to a tavern, and as such a waitress should be hired. He was very specific on it being a waitress for some reason from the second note. I for one couldn’t really give much of a damn, all land walkers looked the same, and carried the same amount of gold on them after they passed out, namely none when the regulars were through with them. This would be difficult. As a bar in the shady part of the docks, how likely were they to attract a female who would willingly work in this dump? At least you could tell the difference between men and women pretty easily, you just had to look at the chest. Of course, I still got it wrong 30-35% of the time, but I’d call that decent for a month on land. A few more folks moseyed in, sailors fresh off the boat, followed by one of the strangest things I had ever seen. A pair of humans came in, and one of them was actually female.

The bar got quiet, and when the bar gets quiet, something bad is, or was, about to happen. As I reached down for my crossbow, I noticed that the patrons weren’t looking at the girl, but at her companion. I gave them both a harder look. They both seemed of nobility, with a merchant house seal on their clothes (you could always tell, minimum words and animals, just simple, easy to stamp on a crate.) He sported a black tunic with red trim, tan from too much time in the sun, good shoes, and no gloves. His eyes seemed to be made of fire, dark red and swirling. His tail swished about, and the claws seemed to be clacking against each other a little, as if he was nervous, but overall a decent fellow. Probably one of the more together, if foolish, humans I had seen so far. The tail was a bit odd though, maybe a bit of merfolk in his ancestry. Still, one couldn’t complain, they hadn’t screamed or thrown anything at me yet. Instead, their eyes showed, what… curiosity perhaps? The same kind when I created a new potion, or found out that some people never even considered the benefits of a tail, particularly as a bludgeon. His companion, looked a bit fancier, perhaps he as her bodyguard. Wearing a flowing skirt and blouse, colored as blue as the sky back home (I had these items explained afterwards, landwalker and their obsession with clothing still confuses me.) Her blue eyes matched her outfit, and black hair matched her companions. Perhaps they were sister and brother? I did the only thing I could think to defuse the situation, I poured a Special and handed it to Robert, who promptly took a sip, turned purple, and farted loudly. At least the gas was expected, but I had been hoping for him to turn green and grow wings instead.

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The Waitress

It was a night like any other, Robert was sitting in his usual seat, the regulars wouldn’t show up for another hour or two, and a gaggle of idiots had come in to talk tough, act brave, and be a general, if well-paying, nuisance. I had been working as the bar-fish for a few weeks, and after the first couple nights most folks had gotten over the weird guy serving them beer and assorted brews. A few more folks had wandered in, along with a message from the owner, that the bar would be expanding to a tavern, and as such a waitress should be hired. He was very specific on it being a waitress for some reason from the second note. I for one couldn’t really give much of a damn, all land walkers looked the same, and carried the same amount of gold on them after they passed out, namely none when the regulars were through with them. This would be difficult. As a bar in the shady part of the docks, how likely were they to attract a female who would willingly work in this dump? At least you could tell the difference between men and women pretty easily, you just had to look at the chest. Of course, I still got it wrong 30-35% of the time, but I’d call that decent for a month on land. A few more folks moseyed in, sailors fresh off the boat, followed by one of the strangest things I had ever seen. A pair of humans came in, and one of them was actually female.

The bar got quiet, and when the bar gets quiet, something bad is, or was, about to happen. As I reached down for my crossbow, I noticed that the patrons weren’t looking at the girl, but at her companion. I gave them both a harder look. They both seemed of nobility, with a merchant house seal on their clothes (you could always tell, minimum words and animals, just simple, easy to stamp on a crate.) He sported a black tunic with red trim, tan from too much time in the sun, good shoes, and no gloves. His eyes seemed to be made of fire, dark red and swirling. His tail swished about, and the claws seemed to be clacking against each other a little, as if he was nervous, but overall a decent fellow. Probably one of the more together, if foolish, humans I had seen so far. The tail was a bit odd though, maybe a bit of merfolk in his ancestry. Still, one couldn’t complain, they hadn’t screamed or thrown anything at me yet. Instead, their eyes showed, what… curiosity perhaps? The same kind when I created a new potion, or found out that some people never even considered the benefits of a tail, particularly as a bludgeon. His companion, looked a bit fancier, perhaps he as her bodyguard. Wearing a flowing skirt and blouse, colored as blue as the sky back home (I had these items explained afterwards, landwalker and their obsession with clothing still confuses me.) Her blue eyes matched her outfit, and black hair matched her companions. Perhaps they were sister and brother? I did the only thing I could think to defuse the situation, I poured a Special and handed it to Robert, who promptly took a sip, turned purple, and farted loudly. At least the gas was expected, but I had been hoping for him to turn green and grow wings instead.

The bar normalized, considering the bar-fish resumed his usual antics, Robert got a free drink, and nobody had died or blown up yet. As the lady and lord walked up to my station, I drew myself to my full height and asked in my best Common, “What dya’ll want?” This greeting was a proper one I had been informed, and from the notes and coaching from Robert, it had gotten to a point where it barely sounded like I was gargling the ocean. What I didn’t expect was the response.

“Pardon me, my good… person, but is the sign on the window correct? You are hiring a position as a waitress for this… establishment?” She held up the parchment from the window and set it upon the counter, looking around with care and some small amount of disdain for the surroundings. She quickly lifted her hand off the bar and pulled it back, as the paper started to stain from something I hadn’t quite cleaned well enough on the bartop. “I was perhaps wondering if you might hire myself? My father suggested I gain some ‘life lessons’ as he called it, and recommended this as one of his past… hangouts.”

I glanced at the dissolving paper, with only the letters HE ANT standing out, the rest faded away. I pondered on this for a moment, as if mayhaps it might reveal some secret to the land nobility before me. “Save me from ignorant fools and nobles, I had enough of them already,” murmuring under my breath in Aquan, I looked up once again. A few more new folks had come in, and had been sizing up the pair in front of me. I was given no guidelines on who to hire, merely that it be fast, and someone not likely to steal anything. Standing before me was that option, however short-lived it may be.

“Indeed, we are hiring for a waitress. Pay is 3 copper a day, plus tips. If you can handle these layabouts and drunkards, you can stay. If a fight breaks out, stay out of the way, and we split the remains of whatever is left. There are some clothes in the back, you might want to change out of that finery, it's likely to be damaged. What about your companion?” I motioned with a glass to the man behind her, who was now eyeing the three gentlemen who had walked in earlier. They had gotten their drinks and sat down, looking around wildly and slowly growing in volume.

“Oh, don’t worry about him, it’s just me. He’ll be on his way shortly. My name is Alyss, and it is my pleasure to be working with you.” She flashed me a smile and went to the back, coming back in a few minutes wearing an apron and carrying a tray. To color me surprised was an understatement, as she got directly to work taking drinks to tables as if she had done it all her life. Things went fine for the first few tables, they knew better than to start fights here, at least with someone they had no feel for. But the last table, that was where things changed and Alyss earned the respect of everyone at that bar, including mine. The final table had called for another round, and after pouring the drinks and serving them, they tried to do something incredibly stupid: they tried to cop a feel on the new barmaid. The operative word here was tried. As I watched, her companion who had been sitting next to Robert suddenly wasn’t anymore, and in his place was Alyss, with a look of pure fury. At the table, being molested, was her companion, with a look of enjoyment on his face, turning to the table slowly with an ever widening grin.

“Now gentlemen, I understand that humans are much more forward nowadays, but I must stress that the deal I have with my summoner is that she be willing for such advances, and unfortunately you do not qualify, and to be quite frank I agree with her judgement. You three wouldn’t qualify for a scrap of bread in a soul-swap, and honestly I wouldn’t fuck any of you for an entire level of Hell. Now remove your hand, or…. Now really Alyss? Spiders?” Alyss had turned quickly off the stool and after muttering something under her breath, was holding a writhing, wiggling, skittering whip. A whip, as I learned from her companion, was made of spiders. Her first swing engulfed the groper in a swarm, the second caught the next offender mid-scream and in the mouth, with spiders quickly moving in and out of the orifice, biting everything. Her guard quickly leapt on the third man, shoving his claws into the man’s chest, lifting him up above his head to throw across the room like a sack of fish entrails. The first two had already died, with Alyss quickly gathering herself together, and turned to the table next to her, the whip still in her hand.

“My most sincerest of apologies, those men should have had better manners. I can’t imagine where their parents went wrong, I hope you won’t count it against me or my cohorts. As a further apology, the next round is on the house, and as many further rounds can be from the pockets of the three unscrupulous individuals who dared to disgrace the peace of this grand establishment. I hope you enjoy the rest of your night!” WIth a quick turn, she walked back to the bar for the next round and called “Deus, search them and dispose of them as is accustomed for their kind, in the back alley.”

“At once milady.” The one known as Deus turned and removed any objects of value and money, then took them out back and dumped them into the water. The current would hopefully carry them away from my sleeping area, I preferred my silt blood-free. The rest of the night went largely without incident, whenever someone new came in and looked to cause trouble, they were pulled aside for a whisper and a miming of spiders crawling down their throat. Never before had I seen everyone behave so calmly and polite. Hell, they even cut down on the swearing (at least until Alyss dropped an empty tankard on her foot for the fourth time, letting loose a stream in some hellish language while clutching her foot that had everyone readjust their views of this girl yet again.) Deus, after his body-removal duties, resumed sitting by Robert, and from what I could tell was trying to buy his soul for wealth, riches, whatever he wanted.

“Come now my good fellow, anything you want! Gold, platinum, gems bigger than a Balor’s belly! Do you want women? Any size, any race, any age, it doesn’t matter to me I won’t judge! Maybe you go for the other team? Fine by me, I can go either way. That’s right, even I’m on the table. A giant hunk of smoking hot devil, right here, just for the small price of your soul. What do you say?”

It didn’t work.

“Umm, Mr Bartender?” I looked up from my latest concoction, looking at Alyss. Things had died down for a bit, everyone had drinks with a card game had popped up in the back right corner. I dropped in a copper coin in the drink and watched it dissolve, then slid it down to the oread three stools down. After drinking his (her?) beverage, they started eating the cup.

“Yes Alyss?”

“Why are there no menus? No wine lists? I admit, I didn’t exactly expect this tavern to have an extensive list, but they just seem to defer to your judgement. I think the last drinks you had me take could have doubled to melt the vault doors on the royal treasury!” This was quite probable, as it did have certain oxidizing properties, but when drunk by an organic it instead altered to more fizzing, leading to a rather pleasant sparking sensation when being drunk. The fact that it looked like a combination of horse blood and troll bile was purely happenstance. Where would I even get troll bile, that’s for the fancier folk! I settled for horse blood and tuna bile instead.

“People here have an understanding with me. I can barely tell any person apart from another, much less any race from another, aside from a few exceptions,” as I motioned to the Oread, Alyss, and Robert. “But I can read their bodies, their tolerances, and their personalities. How they move, how the talk, how they smell, they all speak to me as to how they might act, and what they might like. Some favor the basics, and so they get Ale or Grog, others prefer something more varied. And such, the ask and I deliver.” I bring out a glass and pour some ingredients into it. Some wine, a bit of elixir of this and that from my lab, and finally a strawberry. I slid it to Alyss. “On the house, give it a chance. Oh, and you might want to sit down for this.”

“Thanks you kind sir, I appreciate it.” Alyss took the drink, with admitted apprehension, and then downed it in one. Surprising, but probably best. As she sat on the stool, her eyes flashed red, and her eidolon shuddered, before both gasping for air. “What was that? It tasted like candied strawberries, with a hint of… something else? Kiwi? Banana? I can’t quite place it. And this feeling, like I could talk a dragon into giving up its hoard!” She studied the glass, as if questioning its secrets.

“The additional taste is Red Seaweed. Nothing tastes quite like it, I’ve started growing some next door under the water. That feeling was the addition of a bit of Sailfish’s Splendor, enough to give just a small boost and euphoric feeling. If you like, I can make it again tomorrow.” I admit, I like showing off. Nothing fancy, no big shows, but any experiment that resulted in someone feeling better than before was a small victory for me.

“I think I’d like that. Maybe add it to the menu, whenever we get around to making one. I think your concoctions might be the key to putting this bar on the map!” She sprung off the stool and strolled to the next table of folks who had come in. We? Menu? What was going on here? Put us on the map? I came here to be forgotten, be anonymous, not be famous! I spent the rest of the time mulling over these words, wondering if I might have to quit and try again someplace else, maybe even further inland, away from the ocean.

When everyone had been kicked out, after cleaning the blood and bile from the night out the door and escorting Robert to his usual guest bed upstairs, Alyss and I sat down to discuss her pay for the night and her schedule. I’ll admit, when I slithered out from behind the bar, her eyes grew wide for a moment, but quickly focused on other things, namely her pay for the night.

“So, the pay was 3 copper a day plus tips, but given the circumstances, I feel hazard pay, cleaning fees, spell costs, material fees, and other monetary charges should be factored in.” She started listing off various fees, dues, and other damages that my head started spinning, until it seemed that her final pay should have been over 1,000 gold. Needless to say, I couldn’t agree to that. But there was also no way in hell I could out-maneuver her wheeling and dealing. When she said she could talk a dragon out of its hoard, I realized she could probably have done it without the potion. Just who the hell did I just hire? So in the end, she got a raise to 3 silver a day (comparable to me, honestly fair, even I figured 3 copper was a lowball, but if I wasn’t the only one to keep this lot in line, might as well pay the same.) As we closed up shop, she stopped to shake my hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Typhon. They call me Typhon. Alyss was it?” I spoke slightly slowly, not used to small-talk any more. Apparently land-walkers talked about the weather a lot, complaining about rain, at least according to Robert. I didn’t know how to continue.

“Yes, Alyss. Alyss Vane and my Devil Eidolon Deus. My summoning classes at the college end at 7, so I’ll be back tomorrow at 8, and if I might make a suggestion? A bit of color might spruce up the place a little bit, or at least cover the blood stains.” As she left I wracked my brain. Vane? As in Vane Shipping & Trading? How ironic, the ship I followed into port was owned by her father. I owed her family my life, however thin the connection. By transition, I owed her my life. And the College? The young lady who gave me directions! Hoo boy, this was going to be a lot more complicated than a few drunks at the end of the night to toss out.

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11 Questions Game

tagged by @ask-the-new-soul-pirates

Rules:

Post the rules

Answer questions by person that tagged you.

Write 11 questions of your own.

Tag 11 people

Questions:

What’s your favorite car? Both make and model?

I honestly don’t think I have a favorite car. If its a dream car, I guess the Tesla Model 3, if only because I’m a sucker for new innovations and tech.

Any dream house you may have?

Any house that I can fit a gaming room, a car[entry room, and a library in, and I’m good. I’d like something near woods to go walking in, or maybe by a lake? Nothing concrete, more atmosphere than a place or thing.

If you had 24 hours to live, what would you do?

Tell everyone I met how I really feel about them, how I wish I could support them or help them, and wish them the best (or worst for a few people)

Favorite cartoon?

I’d have to say Storm Hawks. I love the world, the backstory, and the characters. I wish it got the third season, or the game got a wide release at least.

What’s your typical genre of music you listen to?

Metal music most of the time when I’m alone. With other people I try to change it to suit their taste.

Any recent movie you saw? If so, what?

Spider-Man Homecoming, and I seriously loved that movie. Just dark enough to be adult, but not Batman screaming his mom’s name level of edginess. I want to see it again.

Do you believe in Cod?

I believe it exists, but I can honestly say it doesn’t appeal to me. I prefer mussels or clams, though that may seem shellfish of me.

Pirates or Marines?

As someone who listens to Alestorm consistently, Pirates.

If you could be in any anime universe, which one and why?

Hmmm, hard one. I’d say Boku no Hero Academia, if for nothing else it would be interesting to see what quirks my friends and I ended up with.

What is a good place to go to in your city?

I could say the beach, but honestly, its filled with tourons. Instead, head towards one of the local state forests. Great hiking and biking, camping, and clear of anyone except for locals (mostly) and the wildlife. Some of it was burned a few years ago and has regenerated wonderfully now.

Ever been in a d&d campaign? If so, any interesting things happen?

...Yes, yes I have. I think to keep a long story short, I ended up as a druid who could maintain animal forms permanently. We had a paladin in the party who took a variant that made him better at combat, but lose his mount, but still kept his ride skill. He too a feat that let him ride non-standard animals, I took the training to be able to be ridden, and thus the bear who shot lightning from his mouth charged into a keep being ridden by a Paladin of Pelor bellowing his battle cry. It was a good time by all. Except the demons. They died.

11 New Questions:

1. What is one movie that nobody seems to have seen, but you have?

2. What is your greatest passion in life?

3. What’s a song you listen to that always evokes a strong emotional response from you?

4. Have you ever had a moment in time where you felt completely at peace and everything drifted away? If so, when and where?

5. Can you speak, write, or read multiple languages?

6. Star Trek or Star Wars?

7. What is the craziest thing you want to do on a vacation?

8. If you could change the canon of your favorite book or series, would you? What would you change?

9. Do you believe in cryptids?

10. Do you ever stop and look at the spelling of a basic word like “the” because it looks wrong?

11. What is your favorite video game of all time?

People:

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I know I’m supposed to tag 11 people, but everyone else I follow has answered another questionnaire, and I’d rather not send a double.

Peace out folks!

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☕ How do you like your tea/coffee/hot chocolate?? :)

My drink of choice is tea, specifically Jasmine. If the tea is mixed more, then I prefer to have honey to kill the bitterness, but if the mix is more straight, I don’t need it. I also like Darjeeling straight, and I’m trying to find a local place that sells this Apple Chai that I fell in love with. I may or may not be becoming a tea snob...

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MUNDAY QUESTIONS Muse answers the questions about the mun

☕️ How does the mun like his or her tea/coffee/hot chocolate?

✈️ What is the mun’s dream vacation?

⚠️ What is one thing the muse wishes the mun could have warned him/her about?

👋 What was the mun’s first impression of the muse?

📝 How did the mun react when he or she realized they wanted to write the muse?

👥 What is your favorite experience together as mun and muse?

💭 What does the mun typically dream about?

⏰ What is the mun’s ideal evening spent alone?

🎬 What is on the mun’s Netflix “continue watching” list?

💙 What photos does the mun typically share on Facebook?

📱 Does the mun take their phone with them to the bathroom?

📖 What is the mun’s favorite fanfiction about the muse?

👩‍👩‍👧‍👧 What is the mun’s relationship like with his or her family?

👶 Does the mun want kids?

👀 Would you classify the mun as an extrovert, introvert or ambivert?

👣 Describe a time the mun took a lesson from the muse in a real life situation.

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A New Character Appears!

The local Head Priest of Irori is now open for asks!

Father Armstrong: “The journey to self perfection is constant, come to my next sermon and begin your adventure!”

Gender: Male; Height: 8'7"; Age:47, Weight: 330 lbs; Hair: Bald; Skin: Tanned; Eyes: Deep Green; Build: Muscles all day every day. Sexuality: Bisexual

Father Armstrong is the man about town who you go to for personal guidance, marriage counseling, holy water, or getting swole. As the Third Eye of Irori, he leads in self-perfection of the physical self, of achievements that can only be achieved by muscle, determination, and hard work. While he leads sermons, he also spends time in the city’s slum district handing out food and healing as needed. An accomplished cleric in his own right, he eschews armor for all but the most dire of circumstances, preferring pants, sandals, and a tabard with the Eye of Irori on the front and back. While he was born and raised in the city, he left for adventure at 15 and returned a few years ago, not wising to speak of his time, merely pressing on for the journeys (and gains) of the future.

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Get to know the mun

¯\_(ツ)_/¯: do you have any tumblr friends? if so, who are they?

( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°): relationship status?

ಠ_ಠ: what is your biggest pet peeve?

(ಥ_ಥ): finish this: i hate it when...

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: what is your favorite animal?

(☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞ ☜(ﾟヮﾟ☜): who is someone you can tell everything to?

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ: are you a hugger?

(╯°□°)╯︵ ʞooqǝɔɐɟ: besides tumblr, do you have any other social media?

﴾͡๏̯͡๏﴿?: how old are you?

(╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻: what are your thoughts on school?

| (• ◡•)| (❍ᴥ❍ʋ): favorite tv show?

(ง'̀-'́)ง: are you okay?

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ✧: sexual orientation?

┬┴┬┴┤(･_├┬┴┬┴: are you a people person or a loner?

ლ(ಠ益ಠლ): do you have any siblings?

ಠ╭╮ಠ: have you ever self harmed?

(づ￣ ³￣)づ: have you ever been in love?

(☞ﾟ∀ﾟ)☞: would you rather be hugged by a bunny or kissed by a doe?

(ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻: how do you let your anger out?

ᕙ(⇀‸↼‶)ᕗ: are you active?

ヾ(⌐■_■)ノ♪: what are your favorite band(s)/artist(s)?

（╯°□°）╯︵(\ .o.)\: who is your least favorite person?

♥‿♥: tell us about your crush!

◔̯◔: what time is it?

◕‿◕: what is your guilty pleasure?

◔ ⌣ ◔: are you a virgin?

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A New Character Appears!

The local Head Priest of Irori is now open for asks!

Father Armstrong: "The journey to self perfection is constant, come to my next sermon and begin your adventure!"

Gender: Male; Height: 8'7"; Age:47, Weight: 330 lbs; Hair: Bald; Skin: Tanned; Eyes: Deep Green; Build: Muscles all day every day. Sexuality: Bisexual

Father Armstrong is the man about town who you go to for personal guidance, marriage counseling, holy water, or getting swole. As the Third Eye of Irori, he leads in self-perfection of the physical self, of achievements that can only be achieved by muscle, determination, and hard work. While he leads sermons, he also spends time in the city's slum district handing out food and healing as needed. An accomplished cleric in his own right, he eschews armor for all but the most dire of circumstances, preferring pants, sandals, and a tabard with the Eye of Irori on the front and back. While he was born and raised in the city, he left for adventure at 15 and returned a few years ago, not wising to speak of his time, merely pressing on for the journeys (and gains) of the future.

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Send "🛠" and I will reveal some OCs, NPCs, or side characters I have

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REBLOG IF YOU'RE AN RPER THAT ENJOYS CROSS OVERS

I need more people to follow and play with.

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((Kinda the point of my blog, sure based in Pathfinder but any place is open. Dimensional travel exists, and is canon technically))

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Can I apply? Also, would you like this corpse? (Rona @Ask-My-Twisted-Creations) ( Note that she would intentionally poison customers and instigate barfights for shits and giggles. Even if she were an adult. I just asked because this is actually something she'd try. And it's funny)

((Treating this as if the character was an adult))

Typhon looks at the woman, then the corpse, then back again. As he polishes a mug, you can see a few people starting to exchange money in hushed whispers, while others just watch to see what will happen. “Well, let’s see. Considering we are 1. A Bar, and 2. Not a mortuary, I’d say you have the wrong establishment. There is one further into the city if you wish to deliver it there. Furthermore, we are *cough* a respectable establishment, we like to keep the murder outside. I’m not quite sure you would meet our training standards.” He pauses, after giving Rona a further look-see, sets the mug down and looks straight at her. “Lastly, to be quite honest, you seem to be scaring the hell out of the customers and myself a bit. That isn’t easy. If we ever need a bouncer or enforcer, I shall look you up again, I promise.” He offers a mug of ale toward her “Still, no hard feelings, and there are plenty of places around for someone of your talents. Take it on the house. No hard feelings, I hope?”

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Rona looks at the mug, then up at Typhon. “You’re aware that I’m 8, right?”

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Typhon reaches under the bar and pulls out a scroll that at the top reads ‘Legal Drinking Ages & Other Regulations, Part 3′ and scans it. He slides the mug down to Robert, and instead pours one of water and offers that instead. “My apologies. Ages are difficult for me to tell. In that case, you are also too young to work in this establishment in any case. And most likely the mortuary as well.”

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She waves off the offer. “Worth a shot.” She then proceeds to bite the corpse, holding it for a few moments, before lifting her head. A drop of blood slides off her fang. “I was getting a bit peckish anyway.” She heads for the door, dragging the body behind her. She turns back briefly and grins brightly and innocently at Typhon, “Bye mister.” She leaves. A few minutes later, the sound of ripping and tearing flesh, as well as the sound chewing can be heard from the nearest alley.

[ask-typhon-blog]

Typhon waves as the child leaves, the sounds of disappointment and relief go through the bar as more money changes hands. At the sound from the alley, Typhon turns toward the crows “I would suggest leaving in groups tonight, or with those not containing blood to act as a distraction. To the rest of you, pay your tabs.” He mutters under his breath “Well, that was different. I didn’t know humans could drink blood, or at least it was taboo.” Robert motions him over, Typhon looking up in bewilderment “What do you mean vampire?!”

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Can I apply? Also, would you like this corpse? (Rona @Ask-My-Twisted-Creations) ( Note that she would intentionally poison customers and instigate barfights for shits and giggles. Even if she were an adult. I just asked because this is actually something she'd try. And it's funny)

((Treating this as if the character was an adult))

Typhon looks at the woman, then the corpse, then back again. As he polishes a mug, you can see a few people starting to exchange money in hushed whispers, while others just watch to see what will happen. “Well, let’s see. Considering we are 1. A Bar, and 2. Not a mortuary, I’d say you have the wrong establishment. There is one further into the city if you wish to deliver it there. Furthermore, we are *cough* a respectable establishment, we like to keep the murder outside. I’m not quite sure you would meet our training standards.” He pauses, after giving Rona a further look-see, sets the mug down and looks straight at her. “Lastly, to be quite honest, you seem to be scaring the hell out of the customers and myself a bit. That isn’t easy. If we ever need a bouncer or enforcer, I shall look you up again, I promise.” He offers a mug of ale toward her “Still, no hard feelings, and there are plenty of places around for someone of your talents. Take it on the house. No hard feelings, I hope?”

[ask-my-twisted-creations]

Rona looks at the mug, then up at Typhon. “You’re aware that I’m 8, right?”

[ask-typhon-blog]

Typhon reaches under the bar and pulls out a scroll that at the top reads ‘Legal Drinking Ages & Other Regulations, Part 3′ and scans it. He slides the mug down to Robert, and instead pours one of water and offers that instead. “My apologies. Ages are difficult for me to tell. In that case, you are also too young to work in this establishment in any case. And most likely the mortuary as well.”

[ask-typhon-blog]

Can I apply? Also, would you like this corpse? (Rona @Ask-My-Twisted-Creations) ( Note that she would intentionally poison customers and instigate barfights for shits and giggles. Even if she were an adult. I just asked because this is actually something she'd try. And it's funny)

((Treating this as if the character was an adult))

Typhon looks at the woman, then the corpse, then back again. As he polishes a mug, you can see a few people starting to exchange money in hushed whispers, while others just watch to see what will happen. “Well, let’s see. Considering we are 1. A Bar, and 2. Not a mortuary, I’d say you have the wrong establishment. There is one further into the city if you wish to deliver it there. Furthermore, we are *cough* a respectable establishment, we like to keep the murder outside. I’m not quite sure you would meet our training standards.” He pauses, after giving Rona a further look-see, sets the mug down and looks straight at her. “Lastly, to be quite honest, you seem to be scaring the hell out of the customers and myself a bit. That isn’t easy. If we ever need a bouncer or enforcer, I shall look you up again, I promise.” He offers a mug of ale toward her “Still, no hard feelings, and there are plenty of places around for someone of your talents. Take it on the house. No hard feelings, I hope?”