An incredibly feared ghost of a person who drowned, BEN is most famous for haunting a copy of The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. However, due to many mistakes, BEN is now all over the internet, and is now even able to manifest in reality... too bad he's constantly stoned.
When BEN is in his game mode, he's incredibly terrifying, but most of the time, he's just making bad jokes, looking up porn and creating malicious programming. He has the unique ability of creating any piece of technology to be a portable hammerspace.
He used to take the form of the Link statue that plays when one plays the Elegy Of Emptiness, but has recently taken a liking to a malicious looking version of Link... or at least, he WOULD be malicious, if he wasn't completely high.
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BEN (drowned)
You've met with a terrible fate...
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Tauvyr Tavern
a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by FancyPyro
Description
So begins...
BEN (drowned)'s Story
"Cuz I'm a demon, doofus, we know about sinful stuff!" Raiivyn retorted, "Besides, just 'cause you know 'bout something doesn't mean you're supposed to do it!"
Raiivyn folded his arms in a pout.
Raiivyn folded his arms in a pout.
"Highborn? ...Pfft, nah, I ain't that, whatever that means... I just have experience with this kinda thing... that and I saw a bunch of movies..." Jeff said, his smile returning to his face. Jeff knew quite a bit of creepy monster guys.
Steve narrowed his eyes at the pair. "I did not know that demons cared about what is right and wrong so much." The insinuation was there, along with Steve turning around and marching towards the counter once more to unwrap his rope from the chair leg.
"Yeah but... it's icky!" Raiivyn said, flailing a hand at Steve dismissively. "Gross an' nasty an' stuff. All that smoochin' an' sex an' stuff is gross."
That was really what it came down to. Demon or not, Raiivyn had a very childish attitude towards intimacy. He didn't want to catch cooties, after all. "And besides, Xyntha says demon's don't have to be evil or nothin'! We can do what we want, 'cause we're unbound." He put a lot of emphasis on the last word, as though he was very proud of that fact.
That was really what it came down to. Demon or not, Raiivyn had a very childish attitude towards intimacy. He didn't want to catch cooties, after all. "And besides, Xyntha says demon's don't have to be evil or nothin'! We can do what we want, 'cause we're unbound." He put a lot of emphasis on the last word, as though he was very proud of that fact.
"A demon who finds evil abhorrent is like the soulless dead who do not drink blood to sustain themselves," he uttered irritably, wrapping the rope back around his waist. "I wish you the best of luck in your hiding here, for I will take my chances outside."
"What does abhorrent mean?" Raiivyn asked, glancing between BEN and Steve.
He shrugged, sticking his tongue out at the blue haired man. "Yeah, go away," he said, "Neener. You're weird anyway."
He shrugged, sticking his tongue out at the blue haired man. "Yeah, go away," he said, "Neener. You're weird anyway."
Steve's eyes dropped to the ground to stare at it wide-eyed. "Yes. I... Am weird." The intonation of his voice seemed to indicate he thought otherwise as he stepped out the bar.
With a final shrug, Raiivyn hopped to his feet, floating into the air. "I'm gonna go home!" he announced, prodding BEN in the side of the head. "Bye, cool guy who likes tassels and has cool black stuff!"
He rotated to peer at Jeff then. "And bye, stabby lame guy!"
Grinning, Raiivyn vanished in a puff of smoke.
He rotated to peer at Jeff then. "And bye, stabby lame guy!"
Grinning, Raiivyn vanished in a puff of smoke.
A single soldier, outfitted as a guard, member of the Forces Vankoryth burst into Tauvyr Tavern.
"Daemala," He called sternly, the raven haired woman emerging from behind the bar. She shined a glass in worried hands. What did he want? What was he here for? What was going on outside? The soldier bowed his head, casting his eyes towards where her feet surely were. His eyes then rounded for the door. The woman swallowed, untying a maroon apron and fussing with her black cocktail dress.
As Daemala Tauvyr passed the guard, he took her elbow in one hand. She yanked her arm back, clearly insulted, and marched straight backed through the door. The guard followed.
"Daemala," He called sternly, the raven haired woman emerging from behind the bar. She shined a glass in worried hands. What did he want? What was he here for? What was going on outside? The soldier bowed his head, casting his eyes towards where her feet surely were. His eyes then rounded for the door. The woman swallowed, untying a maroon apron and fussing with her black cocktail dress.
As Daemala Tauvyr passed the guard, he took her elbow in one hand. She yanked her arm back, clearly insulted, and marched straight backed through the door. The guard followed.
Ulrich Paternosta stepped into the warm interior of the tavern. He gave it a quick scan and grunted. She wasn't anywhere in sight; good. There was something off with Ms. Tauvyr as of late. More off than usual.
Stone and Boyle followed in shortly after. The pair of vampires sort of taking in the sights of a rather rich looking drinking hole. "Nice. Nice. Hey Stones! They got the nice chairs! Take a peep at them!" Boyles made his way over to a table. A chair with rich velvet cushions that he ran along his hand. "Look at that. Feel that. Good right?"
Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.
"Ish fine." He said bluntly. He moved to the sight. Taking in a strong nostril fill of something. Hm.
"That one." he pointed to a bottle behind the counter. A cup? "No. That one." The whole bottle? Okay... He uncorked it and began to drink it very greedily.
Stones followed in not even giving the chair a look.
"Ish fine." He said bluntly. He moved to the sight. Taking in a strong nostril fill of something. Hm.
"That one." he pointed to a bottle behind the counter. A cup? "No. That one." The whole bottle? Okay... He uncorked it and began to drink it very greedily.
Deliveries to the Tauvyr Tavern were more regular with the new ownership of Fantasma Vineyards. The bottles were stocked and varied though many of the labels familiar some a more threatening make. Labels with letters that squirm and images with unsettling angles. One such bottle festooned with the dual masks Sock and Buskin sported others etched into the glass. Though these of anguish and horror if one should peer closer. Perhaps a warning for its label 'Thousand-Faced Wine' that said little else of its make than bottled in Fantasma Vineyards. A cigarette alit behind the bar though the embers fell first out of memory than the light of one's eyes. A bit of red ash falling in life before the eyeless grin of Ebrabbos underneath her wide brim hat and thick cloak. Long hair pours from under her hat to float past her shoulders as locks snake around her shoulders as to threaten by rising there. Though the eyes obscured beneath her hat their ill-defined shape inviting one to stare too close as they stared back. The cigarette in her mouth flared but never burnt down as she unpacked a box of wine from behind the counter.
"Careful now, " the tone lost about some unclear sarcasm, "There are so very many faces of regret that deep in a bottle of wine."
"Careful now, " the tone lost about some unclear sarcasm, "There are so very many faces of regret that deep in a bottle of wine."
Stone and Boyle were now separated. Boyle was now at the side of Ulrich beginning to get comfortable in this soft velvet chair. A wide grin as his shark like mouth slowly blended back into a row of normal teeth. "Blimey! This is delux ain't it!?" He asked the other vampire. Before he began to speak again. "Look. The two of us are on a hunt. But not to cause trouble. Stones can be a bit violent. He comes from a violent times you know?" He told the other. "We are looking for a criminal. Or someone close to that."
Stones was at the bar. He drank half of the bottle and was surprised that the alcohol actually had some affect on him. THe huge man now turned to the stranger. He looked to her fancy hat. He nodded. "Good fashion." He told her at first. "We both know this is not wine."
Stones was at the bar. He drank half of the bottle and was surprised that the alcohol actually had some affect on him. THe huge man now turned to the stranger. He looked to her fancy hat. He nodded. "Good fashion." He told her at first. "We both know this is not wine."
Stones Acute hearing picked that up. And without even missing a beat CHUCKED a rather dull tankard right at his noggin. Knocking the other mercenary over the chair. "Ah! Sorry! Sorry Stones! Common! Just a bit of fun!" He uttered
Ulrich Paternosta hitched his pants and settled into a velvet chair himself. He listened close to Boyle. Ulrich asked, "Hunting who, or what? If'em any danger to the Hollow, best be on the hunt, too."
Ulrich Paternosta shook his head as the tankard bounced. If the lady of the house was here she'd shit a brick.
Stone and Boyle regathered back at the table. Stones standing there while Boyle got back up. Stones stood there as he handed the etching back to Boyle. The other vampire had been better at talking. Most times. Unless they wanted to frighten people. Stones was much better at that he felt.
Boyle handed the other a etching. An etching of a man done in charcoal. The likeness was very well done. Man in his forties, very long slant nose. Dark hair. Short cut. Very fierce looking eyes. "That is who we are looking for. And trust me he is dangerous anywhere we gather." He told the other Vampire.
"This shit gets powers. What does he do? Immediately what most shits start to do. Start to think he's a bloody god."
The visage was of a vampire in circles called Feastus. A Vampire that had started a sanguine cult installing him as their living deity. "But most of these shitheads don't try to bother the established covens... So we got the call."
Boyle handed the other a etching. An etching of a man done in charcoal. The likeness was very well done. Man in his forties, very long slant nose. Dark hair. Short cut. Very fierce looking eyes. "That is who we are looking for. And trust me he is dangerous anywhere we gather." He told the other Vampire.
"This shit gets powers. What does he do? Immediately what most shits start to do. Start to think he's a bloody god."
The visage was of a vampire in circles called Feastus. A Vampire that had started a sanguine cult installing him as their living deity. "But most of these shitheads don't try to bother the established covens... So we got the call."