Lord's Rest Inn

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*Anybody want to rp?*

*Sure, sounds fun! Which character(s) do you want?*

 *I'm not picky, I love all of them, they are well written and fun.*

*Alrighty! How about... one old and one new?*

Omori is walking around the woods, freshly glistening blood on her hands and a tiny bit around her mouth. She cheerily hums an old song she head as she ambles around.

A hiss can faintly be heard from where the alien-looking ship landed as the metal doors slide open. Some large creature shambles out, its features difficult to make out at this distance save for a glowing light at its core.

 *Oh the Spelljammer?*

 Merabelle has been in the forest, painting and sitting outside of her cave when they hear Omori. She gets up from her seat, and walks in that direction. She is in her black overalls, recently cleaned.

 Tim sees the ship, and was just sitting on the ground, processing the fact that their skin is made of plastic, their knees to their chest as they look down at the ground. When they see it, they meekly wave at them.

*Yes- and, more disastrously, its captain :D*

She quickly finds the little shadow, walking along an old trail and occasionally hopping between the shadows of trees. Omori notices her, a wide grin on her face revealing bloodstained teeth. "Hi again! How are you doing today?"

Sensing Tim's magical energy-  and, more importantly to it, magical light- it approaches. It appears to be a sunflower- a giant one at that, standing at around 16 feet tall and moving around on numerous ambulatory gnarled roots. Its leaves are dry and cracked, its stem crooked and twisted, and the petals on the sunflower's nine heads dying shades of brown and grey. Its entire body is speckled with inch-long thorns, and within a twisting part of its stem contains a gleaming radiance akin to a miniature sun. "Hello there." Helianth says, its voice unexpectedly soft-spoken, though it booms loud enough to command one's attention.

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*Anybody want to rp?*

*Sure, sounds fun! Which character(s) do you want?*

 *I'm not picky, I love all of them, they are well written and fun.*

*Alrighty! How about... one old and one new?*

Omori is walking around the woods, freshly glistening blood on her hands and a tiny bit around her mouth. She cheerily hums an old song she head as she ambles around.

A hiss can faintly be heard from where the alien-looking ship landed as the metal doors slide open. Some large creature shambles out, its features difficult to make out at this distance save for a glowing light at its core.

 *Oh the Spelljammer?*

 Merabelle has been in the forest, painting and sitting outside of her cave when they hear Omori. She gets up from her seat, and walks in that direction. She is in her black overalls, recently cleaned.

 Tim sees the ship, and was just sitting on the ground, processing the fact that their skin is made of plastic, their knees to their chest as they look down at the ground. When they see it, they meekly wave at them.

*Yes- and, more disastrously, its captain :D*

She quickly finds the little shadow, walking along an old trail and occasionally hopping between the shadows of trees. Omori notices her, a wide grin on her face revealing bloodstained teeth. "Hi again! How are you doing today?"

Sensing Tim's magical energy-  and, more importantly to it, magical light- it approaches. It appears to be a sunflower- a giant one at that, standing at around 16 feet tall and moving around on numerous ambulatory gnarled roots. Its leaves are dry and cracked, its stem crooked and twisted, and the petals on the sunflower's nine heads dying shades of brown and grey. Its entire body is speckled with inch-long thorns, and within a twisting part of its stem contains a gleaming radiance akin to a miniature sun. "Hello there." Helianth says, its voice unexpectedly soft-spoken, though it booms loud enough to command one's attention.

 She gets on one knee, taking out her handkerchief, cooing with worry "Oh hey there sweetheart, ya got some blood left on ya. Let me." She licks the handkerchief and begins to wipe her face softly, getting the blood off "I'm doin' good, how are ya?"

 Tim looks up to the plant like creature, first with fear, then calming down at the soft spoken voice. They are still wearing the clothes they were given by the people at the hospital, a hoodie with black pants and striped socks. Their eyes shine brightly, filled with a piercing blue like the ocean "H-hello... who are you?"

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 The wounds heal. "Thanks.."

 "Your welcome child. I'd suggest you head towards the town of Lord's Point, the woods are not safe at this time." The dragon says looking down at him.

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"Oh, I didn't notice. Thanks for that!" She thinks for a little moment. "Good to hear you're doing okay. I'm doing well too! Been practicing magic, as is usual."

The crooked flower leans down slightly, its largest flower head lowering to about eye-level with Tim. The inner discs of its flowers are as dark and empty-looking as a black hole, seemingly absorbing the ambient light from both Tim and their surroundings. "I am Helianth- a traveler on a culinary expedition. Who are you?"

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"Oh, I didn't notice. Thanks for that!" She thinks for a little moment. "Good to hear you're doing okay. I'm doing well too! Been practicing magic, as is usual."

The crooked flower leans down slightly, its largest flower head lowering to about eye-level with Tim. The inner discs of its flowers are as dark and empty-looking as a black hole, seemingly absorbing the ambient light from both Tim and their surroundings. "I am Helianth- a traveler on a culinary expedition. Who are you?"

 She pats their head softly "Good ta hear, hows it goin' on that Cantrip ya cast? Have things gotten easier fer ya?" She says, smelling the nature around them, softly smiling.

 The light Tim radiates is potent magic, the air around him heavy with how much is within. He looks at them curiously, growing less and less afraid as they go more polite and treat him with kindness. "I-I'm... I'm Tim... I don't know what I am..." He says, looking back down to his shoes, the laces untied, his plastic skin shining softly.

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"Oh, I didn't notice. Thanks for that!" She thinks for a little moment. "Good to hear you're doing okay. I'm doing well too! Been practicing magic, as is usual."

The crooked flower leans down slightly, its largest flower head lowering to about eye-level with Tim. The inner discs of its flowers are as dark and empty-looking as a black hole, seemingly absorbing the ambient light from both Tim and their surroundings. "I am Helianth- a traveler on a culinary expedition. Who are you?"

 She pats their head softly "Good ta hear, hows it goin' on that Cantrip ya cast? Have things gotten easier fer ya?" She says, smelling the nature around them, softly smiling.

 The light Tim radiates is potent magic, the air around him heavy with how much is within. He looks at them curiously, growing less and less afraid as they go more polite and treat him with kindness. "I-I'm... I'm Tim... I don't know what I am..." He says, looking back down to his shoes, the laces untied, his plastic skin shining softly.

The little shadow-creature sits down on the soil, also simply basking in her surroundings. "It's going pretty well! I do think things have gotten a bit easier for me." She chirps, demonstrating by making another little shower of magical sparks from her outstretched hand. "I remember that book saying something about the first spell a person learns is the hardest. That most of it's attuning to and channeling the magic needed. So, I've been trying to get channeling the magic down to muscle memory."

Helianth basks in the magical aura, the rest of its flower heads siphoning ambient light while its largest remains fixated on Tim. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tim." It replies.