Lord's Rest Inn

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*b r u h.*

 *what?*

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*b r u h.*

 *Hey Wendi, something up?*

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*Yo anyone wanna RP?*

 *I would, if you would.*

 *okie :3*

 *Who would you like?*

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*Yo anyone wanna RP?*

 *I would, if you would.*

 *okie :3*

 *Who would you like?*

 *May I please have Thane, and Evan :3*

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*Yo anyone wanna RP?*

 *I would, if you would.*

 *okie :3*

 *Who would you like?*

 *May I please have Thane, and Evan :3*

 *Of course, here you go.*

 Evan is going shopping for make-up and more skirts, and more confidently than before, they are still not doing too much, but they aren't hiding themselves anymore.

 Thane is eating some late breakfast with his son at the Inn, though he doesn't need to eat, his life is at it's best.

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*I am well as well! Good to hear thou art having a most blessed day!*

Down under the clearing is a large chamber- a hollow space left behind by the Seer's influence. The soil of the walls and floor is oozing with that shadowy ichor, overly saturated with the foul corruption and failing to contain it all. It forms puddles and small pools along the shadowed edges of the arena, the earth in the few spots where sunlight reaches completely bone-dry and grey. Ahead of them, they can see a large tunnel of the central chamber, filled completely by shadowy, ethereal tendrils- a part of the Seer's incorporeal form- that claw away at the soil above them, letting a slow trickle of sunlight into the room. "Y o u ' r e   h e r e . . .   A n d   y o u   b r o u g h t   h e r   w i t h   y o u . . ." Says the soundless voice of the corrupter, sounding amused. "E x c e l l e n t . . .   N o w ,   l e a v e   t h e   c h i l d   h e r e ,   a n d   y o u r   f o r e s t   w i l l   b e    s p a r e d . . ."

"That's good, at least. Thank you for that." She responds, seeming somewhat relieved, though still confused about one thing. "Why would she be looking for me?" She wonders aloud.

 She doesn't waste time attempting to have some banter with the Seer. The bright stars of a black night cover her body entirely, the armor fusing into the form as two wings, dripping with the void extend from her back. The small bit of sunlight seems to coagulate, becoming stronger and brighter as her magic is infused into it, shining down on the Seer, though not filled with true radiance just yet "Omori, is my daughter." She says, before charging them, a Sunbeam shining down on them at the same time. DC 19 Con save or take 27 Radiant damage.

 "Because you are brilliant, and beautiful, and all I could ever want in the world? Or maybe that is everything that I see in you." He says with a chuckle, "You know, sleeping when it gets dark is strange, I'm so used to sleeping during the day."

(Seer's Con save: 9) The Sunbeam strikes true, severing part of the Seer's shadowy form as it cuts through the innumerable tendrils, the excised parts dissolving into ichor and then evaporating in the beam's light. Omori assumes her own Starry Form, casting a Starry Wisp at the abomination (16 to hit, 5 radiant damage) and then rushing in alongside her mother. More of the Elder Evil's body emerges from the tunnel at the chamber's center, revealing a large central stem to which all the tendrils are connected, running down the stem like the teeth of some horrible eldritch comb, seemingly composed of thousands upon thousands of segments made from pure void. The Seer shrieks in rage and pain, lashing out at Merabelle with two unnaturally swift strikes that pass through her, striking at the very soul rather than the body. (Attack 1: 20 to hit, 40 necrotic damage. Attack 2: 23 to hit, 32 necrotic damage.)

"Yeah, same for me- well, most of the time for me it's from staying up the whole night working on a project, and only realizing how much time has passed when I hear birds outside the warehouse again." She responds, laughing a bit to herself as well.