Lord's Rest Inn

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*Wanna rp Arch? For the little amount of time I do have?*

 *I could, but I am wildly inconsistent right now. I celebrate Christmas with 3 different groups of people over the span of two days, so I’m with my grandparents right now, we’re openin’ presents.*

 *Actually I have to disappear very soon, and combining that with what you’re doing it’s probably not for the best.*

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 "Heh. I don't fight. I die. I found that even if I could wipe out a village with a single breath, it will never make me happy. Never make me fulfilled. So I'm happy to lay here and just watch the people who massacred my family and took my children... watch them just be awful to each other. Not like I could stop them. All I can do is show them where they have room to improve." It rolls back onto its side. "Even if you aren't the father, nothing is new under the sun. Children are crazy, beautiful creatures, and they need love and forgiveness from everyone."

 “I apologize for humanities actions on your family. I hope what you do truly brings improvement, at the cost of few lives.” The rest of the pups climb out of their hiding spots, leaving 12 in count. 11 of them approach and cuddle with The Beast, but Fenrir heads behind Sylvan and silently growls. “He means no harm. He just wishes to be tough like his namesake.”

 "I understand." The creature snuggles up with the 11 cubs. "Some people have darker inclinations. Not harmful, just... darker. For example, those toys I ate were just to make parents fight over the remaining ones. That was an evil act, but it wasn't directly harmful. I live for those little things. I'm the Desperate Arm of the Abyss, meaning I thrive in bad situations. I exist to bring out the best and worst in people, so they can see what they are... and what they could be."

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 "Oh, I would love some. I'm usually the one making the offer, so it really is a treat to have it offered to me." It straightens its already straight bow tie with a sort of pride it hadn't shown before.

*I KNEW IT* The Beast snorts. Then it cackles. It doesn't say a word, but it's laughing so hard it can barely breathe.

The Magus looks... endeared. It tucks Vanilla in and begins to hum the first ever Song of Rest to the young god.

 Mother Misery buys him some tea, inviting it to sit with her.

*do you now?* Aurelia looks the beast dead in the eyes. ”no… They- either it was just an accident or-…. Or they somehow managed to h-hide from me-… that’s what happened… Leave. Leave and talk to nobody…or I’ll kill you.”

Vanilla smiles slightly, drifting off into sleep. They snore lightly, but thunder rumbles in the distance each time.

 It does so, smelling the tea deeply. "So, I take it you're a healer... in your own way, of course."

It leers at her. "There is no murder you could commit that could silence me. But don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to watch you squirm. Guiltless, ugly thing. No better than Mortalkin." It licks its chops. "Kill me if you like. I am a part of a whole. A single appendage of a horrible octopus. You are helpless, and you are utterly alone. How ironic for a fey of all creatures."

The fiend sits in a rocking chair and opens a tome, reading and watching over Vanilla. *This seems like a good place to end it, unless you have yet another twist for me.*

 “Yes… I take others’ suffering and make it my own, to heal them… it doesn’t hurt me as much, and I can’t die from it in the same way they can anyways… I made a vow to help all of those who suffer. And I was given the ability to do that…” 

She sheds a single tear. “I… I didn’t do it… I’m going to find who did… and they’re going to pay for their crimes… I… Didn’t… Do It…” she says, on the verge of breaking down. She seems a mix of panicked and just… melancholic. “When will it end…” she whispers, shedding another tear. She turns, setting her top hat on the table next to her bed.

(yeah, this seems like a good place, very wholesome.)

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 "Heh. I don't fight. I die. I found that even if I could wipe out a village with a single breath, it will never make me happy. Never make me fulfilled. So I'm happy to lay here and just watch the people who massacred my family and took my children... watch them just be awful to each other. Not like I could stop them. All I can do is show them where they have room to improve." It rolls back onto its side. "Even if you aren't the father, nothing is new under the sun. Children are crazy, beautiful creatures, and they need love and forgiveness from everyone."

 “I apologize for humanities actions on your family. I hope what you do truly brings improvement, at the cost of few lives.” The rest of the pups climb out of their hiding spots, leaving 12 in count. 11 of them approach and cuddle with The Beast, but Fenrir heads behind Sylvan and silently growls. “He means no harm. He just wishes to be tough like his namesake.”

 "I understand." The creature snuggles up with the 11 cubs. "Some people have darker inclinations. Not harmful, just... darker. For example, those toys I ate were just to make parents fight over the remaining ones. That was an evil act, but it wasn't directly harmful. I live for those little things. I'm the Desperate Arm of the Abyss, meaning I thrive in bad situations. I exist to bring out the best and worst in people, so they can see what they are... and what they could be."

 Sylvan ponders over The Beast’s words, before joining the pups in their cuddle and, begrudgingly, Fenrir too joins. “I feel like I need a rest. Is this okay?”

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 "Heh. I'm nothing special. I just dedicated too much time to learning and not enough to doing. I've chosen to change that."

"And that is good enough. A healer. I have a good curriculum for you." It holds out a claw and summons a tome, the pages gently flipping. "What is your strongest spell? Your go-to in an emergency?"

 “Most people don’t do any doing at all from what I understand. So the fact that you do makes you more than most right?” He asks, not wanting to step out of line.

 He looks to the time, analyzing it for a moment before saying “I would have to say Divine Word, I don’t have the strength to cast ninth level spells, but most of my other spells help others with healing or making them temporarily stronger.”

 It chuckles. "Speak your mind, friend. But yes, I am more than most. Just not for that reason. Everyone has the capacity for good or evil, and I bring out both of those. I help people with whatever they ask me for, no matter the morality. Of course, they still have to pull the trigger. Sometimes metaphorically, sometimes literally. I swear no allegiances, and I have no moral code. It's my job, as mandated by the universe."

"Divine Word... interesting. I have some spells that might interest you. Ever cast True Resurrection? Child's play for me. Deify, Crown of the Titan Sovereign, Eldritch Escutcheon... I have worked with spells Elminster has only ever dreamed of. I am the highest mage short of Mystra. My talents have been wasted for ages. As in stone, bronze, iron ages. It's been so long since I've had a true scholar to teach."

*Sorry Baalze, gtg man. Have a good one, and an amazing Christmas.*

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 It does so, smelling the tea deeply. "So, I take it you're a healer... in your own way, of course."

It leers at her. "There is no murder you could commit that could silence me. But don't worry, I don't want to hurt you. I just want to watch you squirm. Guiltless, ugly thing. No better than Mortalkin." It licks its chops. "Kill me if you like. I am a part of a whole. A single appendage of a horrible octopus. You are helpless, and you are utterly alone. How ironic for a fey of all creatures."

The fiend sits in a rocking chair and opens a tome, reading and watching over Vanilla. *This seems like a good place to end it, unless you have yet another twist for me.*

 “Yes… I take others’ suffering and make it my own, to heal them… it doesn’t hurt me as much, and I can’t die from it in the same way they can anyways… I made a vow to help all of those who suffer. And I was given the ability to do that…” 

She sheds a single tear. “I… I didn’t do it… I’m going to find who did… and they’re going to pay for their crimes… I… Didn’t… Do It…” she says, on the verge of breaking down. She seems a mix of panicked and just… melancholic. “When will it end…” she whispers, shedding another tear. She turns, setting her top hat on the table next to her bed.

(yeah, this seems like a good place, very wholesome.)