Lord's Rest Inn

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 She chuckles, smiling “That’s too flattering for me.” She says, finishing her drink, petting Nine.

 “It probably was.” He sticks his blade into the ground “What should I do now that I’m part of your cult?”

 “Absolutely disgusting, why would anything ever want to do something like that?” Their true nature shining through in blinks.

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"So that's what this place is? Fascinating." It responds, moving a bit closer with its many roots. "And who are you?" *Quick question, can she sense pain in others?*

 She does a little bow, wiping some black Ichor from her gold mask. “i am mother Misery, high priestess of the lord of mercy, and the head of the cult of the last breath… it’s a-… a pleasure to meet you.” *indeed she can! Which goes with her main ability, transferring physical and emotional pain to herself*

It also does a little bow- well, as much of a bow as its non-humanoid anatomy allows. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Mother Misery. I am Helianth, traveling inventor."

There is an immense pain that practically emanates from its being: A gnawing, churning agony that Mother Misery can recognize as starvation in its direst stages, but to a degree previously thought impossible. The husk of a sunflower seems not to be bothered by it at all, though.

 As soon as she senses this, Mother misery stumbles backwards, as if suddenly panicked. “My gods… what happened to you?”

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Deep within the wood of the tavern, the smell of blood permeates at air. The sound of people can be heard from the darkness, the sound of people crying for help, for someone, anyone, to save them. Animal carcasses lay about the forest, dismembered and torn to shreds with no regard for the meat, bones or anything really. Just a gruesome display of violence. 

Loriche strolls into the clearing and begins pulling out bones from the corpses, planning to use them for a project.

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 He just shakes his head “You’ve lost perspective. You’re complaining about something that’s entirely your fault, tell me, who chose to help all those people? Because I can genuine no one else forced you to.” He says, simply stating facts.

 “i’m literally a god of hospitality. All of my big powers revolve around helping people… and  I was trying to do what I’ve always done, I helped people before I was a god, because it felt right and It was something I’m good at, and it was exciting for me. But you have to understand… I don’t feel anything anymore, there’s no… anything to it. It’s all just… I help people, boom, problem fixed! There’s nothing I want to do that I can’t just make happen, so there’s… nothing special about anything I do anymore…”

 “Idiot.” He says, standing up, “You’re a fool who plays the facade of a god, you aren’t helping people because you want to, but because that’s what you’ve been doing. You’ve lost the reason behind help people, its not able solving problems, it’s being doing something for someone because it’s the right thing to do, because you care about people, not about just solving every issue.”

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Deep within the wood of the tavern, the smell of blood permeates at air. The sound of people can be heard from the darkness, the sound of people crying for help, for someone, anyone, to save them. Animal carcasses lay about the forest, dismembered and torn to shreds with no regard for the meat, bones or anything really. Just a gruesome display of violence. 

Loriche strolls into the clearing and begins pulling out bones from the corpses, planning to use them for a project.

 "Hello?" Comes from the forest in what sounds like Home's voice. 

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 She chuckles, smiling “That’s too flattering for me.” She says, finishing her drink, petting Nine.

 “It probably was.” He sticks his blade into the ground “What should I do now that I’m part of your cult?”

 “Absolutely disgusting, why would anything ever want to do something like that?” Their true nature shining through in blinks.

“Too flattering? Well, it’s true.”

“Enjoy yourself, of course! Disregard the inhibitions you once had. Indulge carnally and resort to a truer state of self!”

“Because that is the only thing that gives life value. What do you find meaningful, if not knowledge and divinity?”

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"So that's what this place is? Fascinating." It responds, moving a bit closer with its many roots. "And who are you?" *Quick question, can she sense pain in others?*

 She does a little bow, wiping some black Ichor from her gold mask. “i am mother Misery, high priestess of the lord of mercy, and the head of the cult of the last breath… it’s a-… a pleasure to meet you.” *indeed she can! Which goes with her main ability, transferring physical and emotional pain to herself*

It also does a little bow- well, as much of a bow as its non-humanoid anatomy allows. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance as well, Mother Misery. I am Helianth, traveling inventor."

There is an immense pain that practically emanates from its being: A gnawing, churning agony that Mother Misery can recognize as starvation in its direst stages, but to a degree previously thought impossible. The husk of a sunflower seems not to be bothered by it at all, though.

 As soon as she senses this, Mother misery stumbles backwards, as if suddenly panicked. “My gods… what happened to you?”

It laughs a bit, the lights of the hospital flickering for a second afterwards. "A lot of things, so you may need to be a bit more specific- though, I can assure you no gods were involved."