Lord's Rest Inn

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*okay, I'm alive.*

Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins. 

 They hear the sound of wet footsteps, and when they turn to see who it is, it’s just Tengen in his true form, lankier, his horns sharp, skin black as a starless midnight, stronger. He sits next to them, his hands trembling “Hello.”

 She looks up, her eyes dull but a hint of emotion in them. She pats the spot next to her and gives a small smile "Hello Tengen.."

*Did you see my ideas for the sin of sloth? Just want to know*

 He slides over to the spot, smiling softly back at them, smoke billowing from his nose, his eyes empty in their entirety. He grabs his blade off his belt, unsheathing the fragments, looking down at them.

 *I haven't actually, let me hear it :D*

"You okay?" She asked, tilting her head. 

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*okay, I'm alive.*

Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him. 

Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins. 

Despite objecting to being known as a minion, Mauric is diligently aiding his boss as best he can.

She would hear the sound of rustling wings above and behind her.

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 “Mt Celestia, two times, the first by choice, the second not. Arrested for killing a god and having its soul bond to my body, apparently that’s a major crime, you know how it is.” He smiles wide, refilling their glass of juice while putting down another plate for someone else.

Yacalt nods in understanding. "Is that your destined afterlife?"

 “Hopefully not, because spending eternity in prison or worse doesn’t sound too well.”

Yacatl dwells on this. "Ever been to Carceri? You might want to get to know the plane well, it might be your fate."

 “I haven’t, and I probably won’t unless I end up going there when I die, I’ve got a family here now, I can’t be going on adventures like I used to, you know?”

 They nod in agreement. "I understand. So how do you kill a god? Did you get the Jathiman Dagger, or something?"

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*okay, I'm alive.*

Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins. 

 They hear the sound of wet footsteps, and when they turn to see who it is, it’s just Tengen in his true form, lankier, his horns sharp, skin black as a starless midnight, stronger. He sits next to them, his hands trembling “Hello.”

 She looks up, her eyes dull but a hint of emotion in them. She pats the spot next to her and gives a small smile "Hello Tengen.."

*Did you see my ideas for the sin of sloth? Just want to know*

 He slides over to the spot, smiling softly back at them, smoke billowing from his nose, his eyes empty in their entirety. He grabs his blade off his belt, unsheathing the fragments, looking down at them.

 *I haven't actually, let me hear it :D*

"You okay?" She asked, tilting her head. 

 *Because I can’t do spoilers, here it all is-

Sin of Sloth- A small (Childlike proportions) Wendigo who can be found sleeping at almost all times on what appears to a floating cloud, snoring softly and shifting little. What makes them so special is the influence of their sin makes them unable to resist it most of the time, how they are still able to do things is through their companion, which is a colony of leeches that is capable of taking the form of the Wendigo as well as consuming flesh to grow in size, causing necrosis on whatever it consumes as a result. Their power allows them to grant their abilities to the colony of leeches as part of a symbiotic relationship. I might not make it leeches, or make them a Wendigo, I might just make them a child with a Wendigo companion, or a child with leeches and a Wendigo skull as a hat.*

 He sighs, running a finger down the sharp edge of the blade, cutting himself just a bit “Just… remembering. You know me better than any of the others.”

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*okay, I'm alive.*

Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him. 

Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins. 

The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in. 

Raphael walks in a tries to get a table

 The archdevil peers out of the kitchen, smelling the celestial. He steps out, wiping his hands off and a rag. 

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Raphael shrugs, another day near the tavern. "Some service, huh?"

 *15 foot tall Archdevil from the Ring of Gluttony. He looks like a normal dude just really big, and has humanoid proportions. He wears a fully black chefs uniform and a black cloth mask with a golden skull-like faceplate over top.*

"I suppose." He said, shrugging "I run this restaurant." He said, extendkng a hand.

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*okay, I'm alive.*

Samaritan is dicing vegetables to make a soup in his restaurant. He is dressed back into his chefs uniform, humming as he does and his minions work around him. 

Masuki is hiding in the forest, sharpening her chain weapon. She has her armor shucked off so no one is safe other than the other sins. 

The Welder is continuing to make the metal structure to put himself in. 

Raphael walks in a tries to get a table

 The archdevil peers out of the kitchen, smelling the celestial. He steps out, wiping his hands off and a rag. 

*Want a description?*

 *Yes please*

Raphael shrugs, another day near the tavern. "Some service, huh?"

 *15 foot tall Archdevil from the Ring of Gluttony. He looks like a normal dude just really big, and has humanoid proportions. He wears a fully black chefs uniform and a black cloth mask with a golden skull-like faceplate over top.*

"I suppose." He said, shrugging "I run this restaurant." He said, extendkng a hand.

Raphael shakes it, weary of the Archfiend. "So, where shall I sit?"