Lord's Rest Inn

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Jack was outside. He had finished his morning run around the trail that circles through the forest, beside the lake, and around the tavern. He sat down on a fallen tree to catch his breath. Sweat made itself known as it slowly dripped down his skin. He dug into his Bag of Holding and produced a flask of cold water that he drank down, happy for a bit of relief.

He was dressed in a black tank-top, simple black breech with a belt around his waist, simple laced boots, and his Bag of Holding connected to his belt in the form of a small hip pouch.

He watches the forest around him, taking mental notes to noises and sights.

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Lore sat inside a demiplane, the doorway to it in the form of a single icicle hanging from a tree despite it not snowing. She has been avoiding everyone and everything ever since what happened with Theren, The Doppelganger, and just pure burn out that invaded her body.

The demiplane was a room, about 12 feet by 14, comfortable furnished with a large feather bed, a soft couch facing a brick fireplace, a handsome dark-wood desk, an oriental rug spread out across the stone floor. A few artifacts hang in a glass case protected by magic.

She lies on her couch, napping.

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<Open Character Slot. Feel free to pick any characters you want to RP with>

 Galax knocks on the icicle "lore, you okay?"

 There is no response. The icicle seems to freeze the branch of the tree that it hangs on.

 "Lore, can I come in?"

Quote from dragon8824 >>

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Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

 

Jack was outside. He had finished his morning run around the trail that circles through the forest, beside the lake, and around the tavern. He sat down on a fallen tree to catch his breath. Sweat made itself known as it slowly dripped down his skin. He dug into his Bag of Holding and produced a flask of cold water that he drank down, happy for a bit of relief.

He was dressed in a black tank-top, simple black breech with a belt around his waist, simple laced boots, and his Bag of Holding connected to his belt in the form of a small hip pouch.

He watches the forest around him, taking mental notes to noises and sights.

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Lore sat inside a demiplane, the doorway to it in the form of a single icicle hanging from a tree despite it not snowing. She has been avoiding everyone and everything ever since what happened with Theren, The Doppelganger, and just pure burn out that invaded her body.

The demiplane was a room, about 12 feet by 14, comfortable furnished with a large feather bed, a soft couch facing a brick fireplace, a handsome dark-wood desk, an oriental rug spread out across the stone floor. A few artifacts hang in a glass case protected by magic.

She lies on her couch, napping.

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<Open Character Slot. Feel free to pick any characters you want to RP with>

 Galax knocks on the icicle "lore, you okay?"

 There is no response. The icicle seems to freeze the branch of the tree that it hangs on.

 "Lore, can I come in?"

 "I'm not in the mood to be around or see anyone" she said

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

 

Jack was outside. He had finished his morning run around the trail that circles through the forest, beside the lake, and around the tavern. He sat down on a fallen tree to catch his breath. Sweat made itself known as it slowly dripped down his skin. He dug into his Bag of Holding and produced a flask of cold water that he drank down, happy for a bit of relief.

He was dressed in a black tank-top, simple black breech with a belt around his waist, simple laced boots, and his Bag of Holding connected to his belt in the form of a small hip pouch.

He watches the forest around him, taking mental notes to noises and sights.

-----------------------------

Lore sat inside a demiplane, the doorway to it in the form of a single icicle hanging from a tree despite it not snowing. She has been avoiding everyone and everything ever since what happened with Theren, The Doppelganger, and just pure burn out that invaded her body.

The demiplane was a room, about 12 feet by 14, comfortable furnished with a large feather bed, a soft couch facing a brick fireplace, a handsome dark-wood desk, an oriental rug spread out across the stone floor. A few artifacts hang in a glass case protected by magic.

She lies on her couch, napping.

---------------------------

<Open Character Slot. Feel free to pick any characters you want to RP with>

 Galax knocks on the icicle "lore, you okay?"

 There is no response. The icicle seems to freeze the branch of the tree that it hangs on.

 "Lore, can I come in?"

 "I'm not in the mood to be around or see anyone" she said

 "I saw what happened yesterday..."

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*I'm just going to pretend that Sylvan and Cerberus didn't go outside*

Those who are in the inn, you see Sylvan and Cerberus over by the quest board, hanging something up.

 Timber walks over, making sure it's not another bounty poster for him

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Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

 

Jack was outside. He had finished his morning run around the trail that circles through the forest, beside the lake, and around the tavern. He sat down on a fallen tree to catch his breath. Sweat made itself known as it slowly dripped down his skin. He dug into his Bag of Holding and produced a flask of cold water that he drank down, happy for a bit of relief.

He was dressed in a black tank-top, simple black breech with a belt around his waist, simple laced boots, and his Bag of Holding connected to his belt in the form of a small hip pouch.

He watches the forest around him, taking mental notes to noises and sights.

-----------------------------

Lore sat inside a demiplane, the doorway to it in the form of a single icicle hanging from a tree despite it not snowing. She has been avoiding everyone and everything ever since what happened with Theren, The Doppelganger, and just pure burn out that invaded her body.

The demiplane was a room, about 12 feet by 14, comfortable furnished with a large feather bed, a soft couch facing a brick fireplace, a handsome dark-wood desk, an oriental rug spread out across the stone floor. A few artifacts hang in a glass case protected by magic.

She lies on her couch, napping.

---------------------------

<Open Character Slot. Feel free to pick any characters you want to RP with>

 Galax knocks on the icicle "lore, you okay?"

 There is no response. The icicle seems to freeze the branch of the tree that it hangs on.

 "Lore, can I come in?"

 "I'm not in the mood to be around or see anyone" she said

 "I saw what happened yesterday..."

 "I believe everyone did.."

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from DrakenBrine >>

*I'm just going to pretend that Sylvan and Cerberus didn't go outside*

Those who are in the inn, you see Sylvan and Cerberus over by the quest board, hanging something up.

 Timber walks over, making sure it's not another bounty poster for him

 On the poster, there was a picture of Ternikus laying in his coffin/bed and for some reason, there was black lines on his skin. Below the picture was written, "Desperate for a cure, reward 500 gp."

*If you choose to accept the mission, send me a PM"