Lord's Rest Inn

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*meowdy*

 *I thought you wouldnt be on for a while? It's magnificent to see you.*

 *depression changed my mind*

 *I'm sorry to hear that, but either way I'm happy to see you.*

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*How about all of my DD characters, this'll take a while. Alphabetically if anybody wants them.*

Ambrosia (The Duchess) is sitting in the middle of a field used for training. A longsword nearly the size of her, which makes it huge sits next to her as she sips some wine. She must have been training, the dummies around her torn to shreds.

Heriot (The Hellion) is having a drink at the bar, or a few from the amount of mugs sitting next to her, all of them empty as she repaints the war tattoos on her body, definitely drunk, which means shes making mistakes.

Jack (The Houndmaster) is sitting outside of the tavern with a bucket of water, a sponge, and some soap, cleaning his dog as they wiggling on the ground happily, humming to himself as he rubs the dirt out of their fur.

Jason (The Highwayman) is in the forest, sitting on a wagon that has been there for a long time, he seems to be looking at something in his hand, likely remembering something from his past, this place a reminder.

John (The Crusader) is training with the creatures that Riotan made for them, a broad smile on his face as he crushes them, a killer at heart as he cleaves them, his blade glowing with golden light and flames burning the remains.

Marie (The Graverobber) is sitting on a tree in the graveyard, throwing knives at some of the gravestones as she taps her foot, humming to herself as her knives stick into the names of people she will never meet.

 Marionette (The Vestal) is praying at a small shrine she has made for herself, muttering about enlightenment and understanding, her mace clasped tightly as it fills with radiant energy.

 Nikanhum (The Leper) is mediating in a field of flowers, his broken executioner's sword resting on the ground next to him as he takes deep breaths, his eyes closed and his mask sitting in his lap, his horrifically destroyed face visible.

 Omar (The Occultist) is also meditating, but less for reasons of finding peace, and more for reasons of discovering eldritch powers they were not yet aware of, and finding ways to tap into them.

 Paracelsus (The Plague Doctor) is working on another concoption to help the masses, but at the moment all it does is makes everything it touches combust after a few minutes. She is currently sitting in the lab trying to find out why.

Paul (The Abomination) is sitting in a dark alley in town, holding himself as the cold chains radiate with infernal energy, causing him to uncontrollably shiver, his eyes flashing yellow with Ezizah hidden within trying to help.

Rowan (The Jester) is playing his lute for some money, he hasn't made much, but he's certainly happy to be entertain the people who want to hear him within the tavern, his ring shining on his finger, almost as bright as his smile.

Winston (The Man-At-Arms) is sitting in the tavern, having a drink at the bar, his shield on his arm and his mace on his belt. He has his mug in one hand, a deck of playing cards in the other, putting them down and looking at them.

 *Just moving this if Wendi wants any of them, or anyone really.*

 *Lots of characters, have.*

*Ello ye all.*

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*Ello ye all.*

 *Hey Wendi, feeling better?*

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Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.

*want to use any other characters in addition?*

Thirteen is also in the library, reading over ancient rhetoric.

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Cyvus is in the library, standing over papers. Scrolls, letters, maps. He's deep in thought, and he's singing something softly. "John Brown's Body", a bar song.

 Sanviento is also in the library, firmly attempting to ignore the singing as he seems to be making a book of some kind, his hands covered in glue and ink as he works.