Lord's Rest Inn

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*you, sir, should unmask*

*A mask! A face! Does it need one? Does it not? To define. To focus. To exist.*

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 "I try to be...especially after what I did recently." he sighs, looking away from them. "But, that's done now. Do you think maybe we can find some way to figure out the cause of your... 'imperfections'?"

"Met your partner, by the way..."

“I know from whence this vessel originates. It is a punishment for my lust for power in a life gone by.”

“You did? What’d you think of him?”

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 "Void Pockets! They have unearthly energy contained within, that I harvested myself! I've spent a lot of time trying the harness light, but darkness could be an equally interesting ingredient. I wanted you to be one of the first to try them. I think they're great, but I wanted someone who has spent a lot of time in a dark place to tell me. I warn you, this is partially my own emotional darkness as well, so it's pretty heavy."

He looks up at it with his new, golden eyes. "I was about to be crowned a god in the Beastlands. The strugels do need one, after all."

*Apologies for the delay*

"How intriguing... I was thinking it reminded me of something, but that confirms it. Thank you." She gratefully takes one of the little dumplings of pure darkness, gazing into the delectable abyss for a moment before taking a small bite.

"Perhaps you can still be a god, soon enough. The machine is nearly ready. We should be able to set off any day now." It gestures to the Starshredder- a subliminally disturbing work of machine and magic, with only a few parts left to install.

 It tastes alone. Scared. Angry at being alone and scared. It's sweet and savory and bitter and painful. The more she resonates with the emotions steamed and fried into them, the better they taste.

"That looks awesome. I'm sorry I wasn't around to see it built. It'll be hard leaving my other friends, but I guess I could get a small teleportation circle set up. That way we can go back and forth while the machine continues its journey."

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The odd, supernatural chill is still wishing around the tavern. Some patrons swear they can hear a giggle, or see a bow out of the corner of their eye. Sha’dia hasn’t been seen in a few days, the door to her room is locked and the doorknob is cold to the touch.

 Yuki, concerned for their health, slips into the room unnoticed, looking for any sign of them.

 Sha’dia is sprawled out on the bed, each heavy breath sending a cloud of fog in the cold room. Her midsection is wrapped in bandages packed with snow.

 "Oh, dearie me... You must be Dia, aren't you?" she frowns, kneeling beside the bed. "Dragon attack looks like this, huh?"

 through the gaps in the bandages, you can see a long, jagged scar, marked by fangs. However, the scar almost looks like it’s made of frost, intricate patterns of ice woven together loose enough that you can see the bedsheets underneath

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*Cut for Salem.*

 “Another and the last, maybe it’s a sign.” She chuckles with them, “Finally a husband I want to have, and I’m not just marrying for status and money.” She smiles, her hair snakes resting.

 Damian turns, bags under his eyes, shaking his head “I’m fine, I’m still in my prime, have done all nighters before.” He slaps himself to stay awake.

 "I hope so..." he hugs her again. "I'm gonna buy you a blood ruby..."

She grabs his wrist, frowning. "Stop it... you need to get some rest. Im not asking anymore." she sighs.

 She hugs them back “A blood ruby for little ol’ me? I’m flattered.” She says, “We should find some way to celebrate.”

 He doesn’t resist “Really I’m fine, everything is fine. Maybe a little nap but I’m fine.” He puts down his things, looking up to her.

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 There are rapid footsteps, and the next time he swings at the tree it meets Felix's soft body. He's somehow unharmed by this. "Hey, hey, woah! What's wrong? What happened?"

 “The Brand killed my kid before they were ever born, I couldn’t do anything to stop it, I won’t let myself be useless again.” He doesn’t seem to notice the aura himself, intensifying with his emotions as he throws his punch’s around Felix, his bandaged hands becoming bloody again.

 Felix stares at him with a horrified expression, before sliding to the ground. "I..." He can't find anything to say. He hugs Sparrow's leg. "I'm sorry I wasn't here, Sparrow."