Lord's Rest Inn

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*yello.*

 *Ive introed the sin of Sloth! Also hello :3.*

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*yello.*

 *Ive introed the sin of Sloth! Also hello :3.*

 *oh that’s what that is. Makes me think of se7en. And now I wish to forget about se7en again. How dare you*

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*Welp, while no one is here.*

 The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.

 The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.

 Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?

 The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up

 The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”

 “It’s cold out here.” She thinks for a minute, then picks them up gently, trying not to wake them, and carries them inside.

 The Pillow makes it much easier for them to be carried, them snoring softly and stirring only a little as they are taken inside, the smell of human flesh not leaving them though.

 She lays the child by the fire, not seeming to notice the smell

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*yello.*

 *Ive introed the sin of Sloth! Also hello :3.*

 *oh that’s what that is. Makes me think of se7en. And now I wish to forget about se7en again. How dare you*

 *Yep, this kid is the Sin of Sloth, though kid isn’t accurate considering he’s an ageless being.*

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*Welp, while no one is here.*

 The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.

 The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.

 Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?

 The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up

 The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”

 “It’s cold out here.” She thinks for a minute, then picks them up gently, trying not to wake them, and carries them inside.

 The Pillow makes it much easier for them to be carried, them snoring softly and stirring only a little as they are taken inside, the smell of human flesh not leaving them though.

 She lays the child by the fire, not seeming to notice the smell

 They stir once more, the glow on the deer skull dimming as the flames seem to shift colors and glow unnaturally. Eventually, it soon stops.

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*Welp, while no one is here.*

 The smell of bloody, human flesh, along with the sound of moist footsteps fills the air as someone seems to enter the town from what appears to be a portal to a Roundtable of some kind. Through the portal comes an ethereal child, around the age of twelve, possibly younger from the looks of them, dressed in Old Victorian attire, which is also ethereal, as well as the only solid part of them, which is the skull of a Deer, the horns of which are unnaturally twisted beyond what one should normally be able to grow.

 The Child rides atop a floating pillow, large enough to carry them into the town, the child seeming to have nightmares as they squirm on top of it, breathing weakly. The Child’s pillow floats to the steps of the Inn, resting on the porch of the Inn, leaving them to sleep there.

 Where did the sound of footsteps come from? Why didn’t anyone come along with this Child? Why do they appear to be a ghost or some kind of spirit? How do they even touch things like their deer skull or pillow? Why are they asleep?

 The door opens as Lillian steps outside for some unknown purpose. When she sees the child, she’s frightened, then kneels down and tries to wake them up

 The Child only quakes slowly, the deer skull on their head shaking with them. It glows a soft red, and the voice of the child, nearly silent rings out in their head, “Please… I’m so tired… Five more minutes…”

 “It’s cold out here.” She thinks for a minute, then picks them up gently, trying not to wake them, and carries them inside.

 The Pillow makes it much easier for them to be carried, them snoring softly and stirring only a little as they are taken inside, the smell of human flesh not leaving them though.

 She lays the child by the fire, not seeming to notice the smell

 They stir once more, the glow on the deer skull dimming as the flames seem to shift colors and glow unnaturally. Eventually, it soon stops.