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Serpents and Sorcerers RP

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Once bustling with life, the Leering Jester is a tavern on a hill. The bartender, a four-armed mutant with greying skin, tosses his head back, dark beard dangling down to his chest. The door swings open as a being in a cowboy hat slowly steps in. They dangle their hand by their waist-mounted belt, where daggers dangle from half-meter chains. They smirk, sitting down at the bar. Looking over at the bar, you see a similar person on the bounty board for 5,000G. Wanted: Dead or Alive.
 
Dan would continue drinking his beer, it was aside from the feelings, the only thing that doesn't taste like shit, so he wait to someone doing something.

"beer and emotions, my favorite combo" The Psychevore Said
 
The hare’s ears twitch as he realized that someone had come in, but he didn’t deign to make a motion quite yet, until he understood the full extent of the situation. He didn’t want to jump into things without thinking, so instead the fighter waited to consider his options. It would be no help if he got injured apprehending someone.
 
What do we have here, The half-dragon thought to himself as he surveyed the situation from his seat. He took a look around at the other patrons before going back to his drink. He kept an eye on the wanted man but didn’t want to act on so little information nor did he wish to put others in danger.
 
Bonzo seeing the poster looks at the man and laughed to himself, they wondered why a person would put a wanted poster on the inside of a tavern.
 
Bonzo seeing the poster looks at the man and laughed to himself, they wondered why a person would put a wanted poster on the inside of a tavern.
It is to your knowledge that isolated taverns in this world often double as bounty collection agencies.
 
The guy in the hat looks back, and sees you all staring at him.

"What're y'all lookin' at?" he asks, letting out a light chuckle. "Want me ta' paint you a portrait? Lasts longer."
 
The guy in the hat looks back, and sees you all staring at him.

"What're y'all lookin' at?" he asks, letting out a light chuckle. "Want me ta' paint you a portrait? Lasts longer."
The hare frowned, slightly put off by the man immediately being aggressive, but he wasn’t willing to take this situation lying down. It was inevitably going to turn into something problematic, but so long as they could either take the initiative or see the first move coming, it would be possible to deal with the situation without anyone getting hurt. Salar turned towards the man and pointed to the wanted poster

“Seems like you already have some pictures of you already made.”
 
The hare frowned, slightly put off by the man immediately being aggressive, but he wasn’t willing to take this situation lying down. It was inevitably going to turn into something problematic, but so long as they could either take the initiative or see the first move coming, it would be possible to deal with the situation without anyone getting hurt. Salar turned towards the man and pointed to the wanted poster

“Seems like you already have some pictures of you already made.”
"Oh, that?" He asks, gesturing toward the poster, "Yeah, stabbed a military officer with his own tanto. He had it coming. Shouldn't have pissed me off."
 
Bonzo stops laughing. "I just find it silly that people thought they should show off a bounty where people get drunk that just makes people perform bad decisions."
 
Emmo never took his eyes of the paper in his hands as he opened the doors to the tavern. ‘If you want to meet others try one of the taverns around town. Try not to get killed kid. I don’t think I’ll be able to save you again.’

This note was the last thing his mentor gave him before he disappeared. He had been so distracted by his own thoughts and paper that he bumped directly into the wanted man. This caused Emmo to stumble backwards. “Oh! I’m sorry sir!”
 
"Oh, that?" He asks, gesturing toward the poster, "Yeah, stabbed a military officer with his own tanto. He had it coming. Shouldn't have pissed me off."
After hearing that Cyrus rises from his chair with a bit of a growl. “Such disregard for others astounds me” he says.
 
"Oh, that?" He asks, gesturing toward the poster, "Yeah, stabbed a military officer with his own tanto. He had it coming. Shouldn't have pissed me off."
The hare’s eyes flashed with amusement. On the outside, it may not have been clear why, but internally he was almost amazed by how dumb this man could be. If he was going to avoid getting his bounty captured, not giving others a reason to hate him would probably help. In any case, the tall hare waved him over

”Sounds like a hell of a story. Come sit down to tell it, and I’ll buy you a drink, your choice. I need some excitement.”
 
The man looks over at the hare, bemused.

"You're thinking about me, aren't you? Well, I'll tell ya'. This guy had the spine to walk into my town and start orderin' people around like we all worked for 'im. Even forced the mayor to lick his boot. So I told him to shut the hell up, and he pointed his blade at me. Therefore, I stuck said blade between his ribs."
 
The man looks over at the hare, bemused.

"You're thinking about me, aren't you? Well, I'll tell ya'. This guy had the spine to walk into my town and start orderin' people around like we all worked for 'im. Even forced the mayor to lick his boot. So I told him to shut the hell up, and he pointed his blade at me. Therefore, I stuck said blade between his ribs."
“Damn. Sounds like a real ass. How’d he get the mayor to do that?”
 
Well that was a crap ton of information to take in at once. Emmo knew well enough that this guy was bad news based off what he said but, being as naive as he is, he wanted to see if there was at least some good in this guy. He waited to hear him answer the Harefolk before he said anything.
 
“Damn. Sounds like a real ass. How’d he get the mayor to do that?”
"Threw his rank around. He did it as a punishment when the mayor wouldn't let him use the town as a base, on account of the danger that would pose to everyone there. I'm telling ya, he pulled his blade on me, he had it coming."
 
"Threw his rank around. He did it as a punishment when the mayor wouldn't let him use the town as a base, on account of the danger that would pose to everyone there. I'm telling ya, he pulled his blade on me, he had it coming."
The hare frowned. He admitted he probably shouldn’t take this man’s word at face value, but he also didn’t feel right antagonizing him when he himself didn’t know the full story. For now, he only stayed silent, and continued sipping his drink
 
Despite his anger Cyrus fell back into his chair deciding to listen to what the man had to say. Rushing in now would probably do more harm then good. He also used this chance to keep an eye on everyone else in case they tried something.
 
“Just a bit on edge, but that’s life for you. Making tendion and stress magically go away isn’t exactly in my skill set. That’s why I’m here taking time to myself after all.”

The hare turned in his chair and crossed his legs, looking over the group that had made its way into the tavern
 
"Fair enough."

All of a sudden, a drunken human stumbles toward him. The drunkard swings a pool cue at him, grazing his shoulder as he dodges. In a flash, he stabs them in the eye, then shoves all ten of his daggers into their head, then spins around, tearing it off. The bartender makes a call, and the bounty on the poster quickly changes to 5,010G
 
Salar whistles at the sudden display of skill

”See what I mean? There’s always something to be worried about.“
 
The bartender turns back, glaring.

"Oi, that guy owed me 100G. You better pay that off, or me and my staff are gonna mess you up a bit."

You see a few other mutants stand up. The man smirks, cleaning off his blades.
 
"hey friend, being honest I expected it to be like 5,100G, not just 5,010G, it's just disappointing that just killing someone slightly important is worth a lot but when they're civilians it's very little" Said Dan who although he seemed sad, inside he was getting drunk for the surrounding emotions
 
The hare continued to stay silent and sip his drink. As he saw it, seeing the man’s reaction to this confrontation would be an easy litmus test to see how dangerous or potentially evil he was. He had no reason to get involved in a dispute between these two, if only because there was no real right or wrong party here.
 
"hey friend, being honest I expected it to be like 5,100G, not just 5,010G, it's just disappointing that just killing someone slightly important is worth a lot but when they're civilians it's very little" Said Dan who although he seemed sad, inside he was getting drunk for the surrounding emotions
"Never said I killed 'im. Just poked a little air hole to cool 'im down. Really, the issue is the defiance of the military. The government is corrupt. Lord Skinwald's a good man, as are the rest of his family, but the lowers really mess it up. Another factor, of course, is that the person I just killed was scum."
 
Bonzo starts talking to someone but it is unclear who. "Alright Cobold(trickster snake) you don't have to shout I'll give it to you in a minute."
 
The man hands 100G to the bartender, who calms down and starts cleaning up.

"Honestly, I doubt I could've beaten the bar staff."
 
"Never said I killed 'im. Just poked a little air hole to cool 'im down. Really, the issue is the defiance of the military. The government is corrupt. Lord Skinwald's a good man, as are the rest of his family, but the lowers really mess it up. Another factor, of course, is that the person I just killed was scum."
"Good point" Said the Psychevore who had tasted everyone's emotions in secret, it tasted like strawberry and apple or how those fruits should taste as they told him
 
The man hands 100G to the bartender, who calms down and starts cleaning up.

"Honestly, I doubt I could've beaten the bar staff."
“Ah, understandable”

Salar gets up and stretches to his full height, feeling significantly relieved as he saw the situation die down. Bounty or not, he didn’t feel he had any reason to really go any further with this, though he was interested in the people around. For now, he stayed silent, just doing some arm stretches
 
The bartender turns back to the man.

"WHAT THE HELL?! THIS IS ALL COUNTERFEIT!!"

The bartender throws a punch, and the man backflips, landing atop his head.
 
"This Man really knows how to put on a good show with everything included!" Dan told himself, this is all getting more and more exciting.
 
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