STUBBS AND HIS LIEGE, DUKE EIDOLON OF ROGUES

The Tavern is just a silhouette in the murky dusk a few fathoms off. Duke eyes Stubbs for a cue as to their next move, none is given. That in itself is a comfort. Duke is usually given very little to go on, and enjoys that unthinking feeling part of the role. As did his father. And his father before him. Three generations of service. An Oath. Stubbs just trundles on in silence - Duke in tow.
Upon approach Duke heaves the old iron door, it croaks once and yawns wide.
Stillness... Silence where there should be frivolity. Darkness where there should be candlelight. A small glowing portal hums at the foot of the bar; the only illumination besides the full moon, shining in a glowing and ethereal blue. It beckons. Stubbs the Mutant Snapping Tortoise to whom he serves as Liege hurdles its mass forward at speed, skidding to a stop just before the portal. It crackles and hums with electricity of unknown origin, an alien miasma rising outward from its fore. Stubbs holds its ancient nose an inch from oblivion. He squints vaguely into the blue. HMMMF. The Tortoise turns around in disinterest and idly leaves the bar. Duke shouts into the musty darkness NO GROG?! and follows his master thusly, away from The Tavern and into the night.

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