Lord's Rest Inn

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 Samaritan sighs "Do you want me to do it?.. At least I’ll be able to feel some sort of control instead of you not being able to see your own backside."

Scott nods and stands up, walking over. The Writer rolls his eyes "Booooring."

"Don't worry your head about it. Just my own little plans." He said, chuckling.

“No, it’s alright. But thanks so much for offering.”

Thirteen hands over a stack of a couple dozen small pages bound with twine. The cover reads, “An Analysis of the Nascent Isolationism of Elvish Reincarnation Philosophy”.

“Worry is the only thing that keeps my heart beating.” She croaks. “Stop acting like you’re smarter than the rest of us and stop acting like you have you have any authority.”

 He nods and watches, still fretting a bit. 

He takes it and tilts his head "I might not be best for this but I can do grammar editing if you wish. I know not a lot about... this topic."

"But I am. You are a nervous rat, Masuki, she is a subservient basketcase, and Tengen... well the best term to describe him would be a bull in a china shop."

Rio leans against Samaritan, staring up at him. “You just can’t stop caring, can you?”

“You don’t need to edit it, I just wanted you to read it and tell me your thoughts.”

Mala glowers at you, adopts a fighting stance, and beats her massive wings around you once. As they dart in and flap back, the air between the two of you distorts and cracks, and a violent sound like a sonic boom rings out. Make a Constitution saving throw.

 "Do you want me to?" He asks, tilting his head. 

He nods and sits down in a comfy chair. 

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“Nah, it’s alright.”

The manuscript goes through the philosophy of reincarnation within elven religious traditions and how these beliefs act to promote racial purity, eugenics, and discrimination against esshiri (the Azaban term for a half-elf).

You take half of 8 thunder damage. Mala keeps her eyes focused on yours. “Insult me again, you pompous piece of [gp].”

 He blinks and sighs "I'm sorry..." he said, rubbing his face with his hand. 

He reads through it from front to back, his eyes reading over each word. 

He seems to absorb the damage and sighs, the damage not affecting him in the slightest. "Come now, you know you cant harm me, just like I can't harm you. Though, maybe you forgot, since you are too busy worrying about others."

Rio presses himself closer against Samaritan, wrapping his arms around him. “Don’t apologize! You’re fine!”

“So what do you think?”

“I didn’t forget. I just hate you.” She turns to Masuki. “C’mon, let’s go. Forget about him.”

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 The mercenary leaps towards them sword raised as Oliver yells in a panic, casting Power Word kill. A black light slams into the chest of the mercenary, dropping him dead.

 She braces for being hit, but after a moment, turns to see the mercenary dead. She looks down to them, smiling softly "Ya did that lil Oliver?" She picks up the body, beginning to walk towards the cave "Come with me."

 He is shaking in shock, not able to move. He stares at the corpse.

 She picks them up, cradling them in her arms "It's okay. You were just protectin' yerself. It's okay."

 He nods slowly,, still shocked.

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 It explodes on impact, the burst of color exploding from the impact as colored smoke of all kinds fills the air. 

James sighs and steps forward, suddenly, he is a blur before Tengen "You know you can't hurt me, just like how I can't hurt you. But I certainly can hurt your pride a bit." He said and pulls his dagger out from the hilt of his cane. It glows a bright blue color as he spins it.

 He cackles at the sight, grabbing another, but before throwing it, it waits for Stroth to join in on the fun, smiling wide.

 He looks into their eyes, his own filled with a cold rage "I don't waste my time being arrogant like you. I may not be able to kill you, but I can certainly prove you wrong." He makes two slashes, forming an x in the air, the air splitting. To hit:28 25 Damage:9 10

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The tranquil evening air is pierced by the distinctive sound of a horse whinnying as a vibrant figure approaches the tavern. A halfling woman rides gracefully atop her steed, her wild, red hair cascading down her back in waves, catching the last glimmers of sunlight. Her attire consists of a dark green bar-maiden dress that flows elegantly around her, complemented by a crisp white blouse peeking from beneath the fabric's neckline. The dress cinches at her waist, enhancing her rounded features, while the hem brushes just above her brown knee-high boots, which are worn yet sturdy, suggesting many adventures trodden across varied terrains.

Glinting upon her neck and wrists are several pieces of jewelry, all handcrafted from rough stones and leather cords, telling silent stories of craftsmanship and personal significance. Her fingers are adorned with two striking rings: one is expertly carved from wood, uniquely shaped like a little white stoat, its features lovingly detailed; the other, a beautiful woven silver band, contains a shimmering blue gem that captures the light, reminiscent of a stormy ocean.

Her fair skin is dotted with freckles, each one seeming to hold the essence of her playful spirit, and her eyes, deep and stormy, reflect an intensity and thoughtfulness, as if she carries the weight of a thousand stories yet to be told. Rested securely on her shoulder is a little brown mouse, whose tiny nose twitches as it sniffs the air curiously. This little creature, snug in its hand-knitted sweater, adds a whimsical touch to the already enchanting figure of the halfling, as they both seem to revel in the anticipation of what lies ahead. The axe she carries, formidable in size and nearly matching her stature, has clearly seen much use; its blade, worn but well-cared-for.

 Oliver is sitting on the porch of the tavern watching them nervously. He fidgets with his wooden staff, getting small splinters in his fingers.

 She looks over and waves "Ello dear! How're you?"

 "I'm okay..." he mumbles, picking at the splinters in his fingers.

 She walks over to him and pokes him "Sorry dear but I call [GP]. What happened?"

 The 13 year old high elf looks up at her, a bruise on his cheek. "Splinters.."

 She raises a hand, a gentle soft light coming from a tattoo on her palm. She places a hand on his cheek and closes her eyes, light radiating from her. The bruise disappears and any body aches he has seem to vanish as well.

 He flinches slightly before she touches him. "T-thanks you.."

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 The mercenary leaps towards them sword raised as Oliver yells in a panic, casting Power Word kill. A black light slams into the chest of the mercenary, dropping him dead.

 She braces for being hit, but after a moment, turns to see the mercenary dead. She looks down to them, smiling softly "Ya did that lil Oliver?" She picks up the body, beginning to walk towards the cave "Come with me."

 He is shaking in shock, not able to move. He stares at the corpse.

 She picks them up, cradling them in her arms "It's okay. You were just protectin' yerself. It's okay."

 He nods slowly,, still shocked.

 She sits them down on the bed, sitting next to them, hugging them "It was hard my first time too."