Lord's Rest Inn

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 “Everyone makes mistakes, even if ya do everything to make up for them someone will always be mad, and even if ya don’t hurt anyone someone still will be mad. Even gods make mistakes, don’t feel bad for makin’ some too.”

 “I wasn’t even strong enough to protect my wife… or my child.” He looks to the ground, losing his rage slowly.

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*FRIENDS, FAMILY, THE GAYS, LEND ME YOUR EARS.*

*I AM A SILLY LAD.*

*which one am i?*

 *The Mysterious deep funny lad.*

 *ooh, which one am I?*

 *You. You are a pure state of silliness.*

 *Wow! Thank you! :>*

 *Course. Also, do want a fey?*

 *of course I do!*

*I myself have been making a fey, she’s an old hag grandma named Mother Ostankya*

 *(Looks back at Decadence fey) Mines just a silly guy.*

Deep within the forest, somehow it has gotten warmer. It's not cold like how the winter should be but more like spring or summer. A butterfly-esque humanoid sits on a very soft looking sofa, sipping wine from a beautiful crystal goblet. They are wearing a brilliant suit made of shimmering, color changing fabric and are dining on every food imaginable that sits on a table beside them. The food magically appears once a plate is done it seems. 

 *do I want to intro mother Ostankya here… if you’re okay with that I will, but otherwise I’ll use Vanilla :>*

 *Of course! I want to see what you got.*

 Despite the warmer weather, a chilly breeze, and a bit of snow, blows through the woods and past the fey sitting on their sofa, a biting cold. It fades quickly, but it heralds the arrival of another. Approaching the fey on the sofa is a crudely made chariot made from tied together pieces of wood, pulled by bears with stark white fur and an apparent lack of flesh on their faces, only exposed skull. Standing on the chariot, with a cauldron black as the night in front of her, is a withered old woman, covered in many layers of furs and fabrics, all crudely fashioned together as well, and all slightly frosty. The old woman is constantly frowning, and she has a mess of grey hair, decorated with leafless sticks and branches to resemble horns or antlers. She has a staff with her, adorned with feathers and skulls of little rodents. She carries a basket on her back, filled with bones.

“It so warm here… not natural in winter!” She grumbles, talking to one of the skulls on her staff.

 "Helloooo dear!" The fey says, sitting up and smiling brilliantly "Come come! Sit with me!" They beckon, another soft chair forming for her. 

 The undead bears stop in their tracks and Mother Ostankya, grumbling something to a rat skull she holds in one hand, hops off of the chariot and makes their way to the fey. “You cause this?” She asks, gesturing all around her, to the lack of cold.

 They nod, still smiling "I did! Didn't particularly like the cold so I made this one little spot nice and warm for me." They wings on either side of their face flutter a bit "Care for a scone?"

 She sits down, but not on the seat they made, leaning on her cauldron instead, which magically gets up and follows her so she can sit.

”I take no gift! You know rules, we all the rules! you change natural weather because you don’t like it?”

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 “Everyone makes mistakes, even if ya do everything to make up for them someone will always be mad, and even if ya don’t hurt anyone someone still will be mad. Even gods make mistakes, don’t feel bad for makin’ some too.”

 “I wasn’t even strong enough to protect my wife… or my child.” He looks to the ground, losing his rage slowly.

 "The gods always make mistakes. But this was my own fault." She mumbles. 

Samaritan now has a sympathic looks in his eyes. He sits down beside him "It's awful.. losing things like that. I can't pretend or even begin to imagine what you have gone through.. I am sorry."

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*FRIENDS, FAMILY, THE GAYS, LEND ME YOUR EARS.*

*I AM A SILLY LAD.*

*which one am i?*

 *The Mysterious deep funny lad.*

 *ooh, which one am I?*

 *You. You are a pure state of silliness.*

 *Wow! Thank you! :>*

 *Course. Also, do want a fey?*

 *of course I do!*

*I myself have been making a fey, she’s an old hag grandma named Mother Ostankya*

 *(Looks back at Decadence fey) Mines just a silly guy.*

Deep within the forest, somehow it has gotten warmer. It's not cold like how the winter should be but more like spring or summer. A butterfly-esque humanoid sits on a very soft looking sofa, sipping wine from a beautiful crystal goblet. They are wearing a brilliant suit made of shimmering, color changing fabric and are dining on every food imaginable that sits on a table beside them. The food magically appears once a plate is done it seems. 

 *do I want to intro mother Ostankya here… if you’re okay with that I will, but otherwise I’ll use Vanilla :>*

 *Of course! I want to see what you got.*

 Despite the warmer weather, a chilly breeze, and a bit of snow, blows through the woods and past the fey sitting on their sofa, a biting cold. It fades quickly, but it heralds the arrival of another. Approaching the fey on the sofa is a crudely made chariot made from tied together pieces of wood, pulled by bears with stark white fur and an apparent lack of flesh on their faces, only exposed skull. Standing on the chariot, with a cauldron black as the night in front of her, is a withered old woman, covered in many layers of furs and fabrics, all crudely fashioned together as well, and all slightly frosty. The old woman is constantly frowning, and she has a mess of grey hair, decorated with leafless sticks and branches to resemble horns or antlers. She has a staff with her, adorned with feathers and skulls of little rodents. She carries a basket on her back, filled with bones.

“It so warm here… not natural in winter!” She grumbles, talking to one of the skulls on her staff.

 "Helloooo dear!" The fey says, sitting up and smiling brilliantly "Come come! Sit with me!" They beckon, another soft chair forming for her. 

 The undead bears stop in their tracks and Mother Ostankya, grumbling something to a rat skull she holds in one hand, hops off of the chariot and makes their way to the fey. “You cause this?” She asks, gesturing all around her, to the lack of cold.

 They nod, still smiling "I did! Didn't particularly like the cold so I made this one little spot nice and warm for me." They wings on either side of their face flutter a bit "Care for a scone?"

 She sits down, but not on the seat they made, leaning on her cauldron instead, which magically gets up and follows her so she can sit.

”I take no gift! You know rules, we all the rules! you change natural weather because you don’t like it?”

 They roll their eyes and bite into it "Oh please, it's not like I am going to turn you into a bug or anything. Not even going to keep you like Hades did to Persephone." It shrugs "But yes, I did."

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*Cut for Wendi.*

 “Everyone makes mistakes, even if ya do everything to make up for them someone will always be mad, and even if ya don’t hurt anyone someone still will be mad. Even gods make mistakes, don’t feel bad for makin’ some too.”

 “I wasn’t even strong enough to protect my wife… or my child.” He looks to the ground, losing his rage slowly.

 "The gods always make mistakes. But this was my own fault." She mumbles. 

Samaritan now has a sympathic looks in his eyes. He sits down beside him "It's awful.. losing things like that. I can't pretend or even begin to imagine what you have gone through.. I am sorry."

 “Because it’s your fault doesn’t mean you can’t make up for it in some way without hurting yerself.”

 “Don’t be, I wasn’t strong enough, that’s my fault. I appreciate it, thank you.” He puts the thermos down, interlocking his fingers and locking down to them “I… I need something… maybe Stroth is better without me… I couldn’t help her when she needed me.”