[IC] A Familiar Tavern

[akje]

So..
We've got this huge magical fantasy world. Full of wizards and dragons and all that good stuff.
But we're not going to focus on that. A lot of spell casters and magical beings use spells that conjure familiars to do battle or perform labor. From a wizard's familiar, to a druids summoned truant to a paladins mount. This world is full of magical ways to get some temporary aid. Question is: where do they go when the spell ends? Where are they when they are not needed?

Well most go home to their native plane, but there are some who know of a place.
A place located on the edge of the astral sea. Where they serve the best drinks this side of the multiverse.

Trough one way or another you've heard of the secret that is passed from one familiar to another since before anyone knows.
When your master sleeps you sneak off and travel the astral sea until you arrive.

Before you stands a large tavern with round walls and a high pointed thatch roof

The large oaken doors swing open when you approach.
Welcome to the Familiar Tavern.

[RumikoOhara]

Soft beautiful feathered wings as colorful as a Monarch Butterfly’s fold closely to a slender back, it is Alph a female Monarch Fairy Dragon who’s barely 3 ½ feet long. Before she shifts form the little dragon’s long curled tongue grooms her wings then rolls into a ball from which emerges a humanoid Fairy with matching wings to her dragon form though not for long because they vanish as she grows to a height of 4’ 11” before entering the Tavern.

”Cinnamon Schnapps, a double shot and please over 100 proof” she asks as she settles onto a chair

[akje]

With a poof of thick, purple smoke an old imp appears on the other side of the bar.
His beard is white, his head bald, his horns long and curved.
As he poofs into existence, holding a freshly cleaned glass and sitting on a high stool, he grins widely.
"Coming right up."
He places a wet piece of clay tablet on the bar in front of the new patron.
(this is a common little ritual any summon would recognize. carving your private mark into the tablet opens a tab at the bar. You can drink with no worries, the pay will be subtracted from your masters mana pool. Coincidently, this is why summons cost energy in the first place.)
He then spins around on his stool and shoves some bottles labled 'the good stuff' aside to retrieve a specific, dusty bottle labled 'the better stuff' and a small crystal vial labeled 'fey cinnamon extract'. Four seconds of mixing later he presents a shot-glass with a clear red golden liquid.
"Welcome to the tavern."

[RumikoOhara]

Alph is mildly surprised by the sudden appearance of the horned male and as a species that has horns that symbolize maturity she briefly inspects his horns and while not to her standards is curious how in his own species they stack up.

When he pushed the Clay Tablet to her she looks at it and a finger and its nail shift color and form as she reveals a bit about what she really is by using the tip of an ebony claw to make her mark with light strokes of it on the surface.

Then as she picks up her drink and sniffs it with a smile she says Thank you and takes a sip savoring it as it's spicy warmth trickles it down her throat.

[akje]

"Have a magical evening."
with a wink the imp and tablet disappear in a poof of smoke, the barkeep then poofs into existence elsewhere along the bar to serve the next customer.

[RumikoOhara]

How to spend her evening, Titanana what to do during her Mistresses current foray into the dating world of humanoids. By her wings she was happy that Fairy Dragons suffer thru such complicated social dances; when a Fairy Dragon made ready to clutch she presented herself in the sun and waited on the males to assemble.

Attracted by her signal the males would engage in contests of flight, wealth, and comedy as each prayed to see her wings open for him but still only 1,012 years old she was centuries from such concerns. Because of her youth she had a Mob she was a member of and it was a mixed bag of mostly commons and only 3 monarchs two of those females also which meant competition for the only male monarch which she refused to be engaged in.

Thought{You should be with the mob teasing that snotty blue that had harassed the mob while they had been out flying, Oh the jokes they must be playing?}Thought

Instead Alph takes another sip as she considers the effect of being a humanoid's familiar.

[Bishop]

It was the first time the creature visited the tavern. The location and how to reach it was shared by another interplanar soulless traveler, not much talking to do with food(every creature or being with a soul) so the only communication he got was with other beings like him. Well, not completely like him, if he ever saw another soul devourer enter his plane, it would be destroyed instantly. No competition was allowed in his hunting turf.

The moving mass of swirling black shadows, as seen in the eyes of 3d creatures but in "reality", in his own dimension, his true form could not be perceived by lower dimension beings. As the shadow approached the tavern, it slowly began to transform into a hulking black man with a black suit and black glasses. He liked to use this persona whenever he felt like roaming earth. He was part of some organization that hunted creatures like him, beings not of planet earth and he put up a fight. From a mere hundredth of a second that it took him to obliterate his target, this guy took 3/4 of a second. He was trained very well, his soul was strong and shared a deep bond with his mortal body, and it was a memorable snack.

Entering in, he saw around, different creatures scattered about. He saw them as nothing, he didn't even hunt stray beings for souls anymore. He had left his "calling card" in every civilized planet all across this current plane and he got millions of callings every second. Time was nothing for this being of a higher dimension. So why chase and hunt while you have millions of creatures willingly giving you their soul? Going to the counter he saw a little goblin creature with 2 horns. Puny. The goblin race of planet Rashyav had red hellbent goblins 2 times his size, longer and thicker horns than his body and were considered the most terrifying in their sector of the galaxy.

"Do you serve souls?"- The entity pronounced the words awkwardly as they twisted this unknown organ called tongue. The accent was close to a demonic whisper and spine chilling. "Ahem"- he got used to the body's voice in a mere moment and adopted the original owner's accent. Next time he would speak, a deep clear smooth voice would come out.