Lord's Rest Inn

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The man in the village is drinking a health potion, pretty banged up after fighting the enrineyes Brand summoned

Isaac is sitting out in the grass

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*Other characters besides jason for stuff*

The man in the village is drinking a health potion, pretty banged up after fighting the enrineyes Brand summoned

 Gravedigger goes over to him "You okay?"

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(Morning)

 *Hullo*

 (How are you)

 *Building a Planet with a few friends. Making a whole thing about it*

 (Fun. What characters do you have?)

 

The Brand is in a dusty, abandoned shed outside someone’s forgotten home, tending to the injury he got from fighting. It made his skin crawl as he gently applied salve to the wound and watched as the tendons, muscles, and skin reformed. He still felt the sting from where it hit him, like the blade was still in his new formed flesh somehow.

He took off his mask and dropped it on the floor. His inky black skin pulsed from hidden veins as he slowly leaned downwards as his dead white eyes with no pupils stared at the floor. He began to mutter to himself in infernal.

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Kelipso rolled over in bed, the bruises over his body flamed in pain as he moved. He hadn’t been beaten like this in… forever. He sat up slowly, wincing as his muscles ached from the tissue under the skin they had not healed yet. He put his index finger and his middle finger over the bridge of his nose and gently pressed it. Yep… it was broken. He winced, gritting his sharp teeth, in pain.

He slowly got out of bed and trudged over to his closet. He grabbed a simple turtle-neck tank-top, a beige sweater, and a simple pair of leggings. He made sure to cover each bruise over his body however the black eye and his broken nose were another story he had to deal with.

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A Asian-heritage human walks into the tavern. They have olive-hued skin, black hair that is cut neatly and kept short, and bright green eyes, like the color of leaves. They wears a form-fitting kimono set with grey scale-like fabric to allow it to be armor almost without restricting movement and a long cardigan made from soft beige wool. His hands are wrapped in thick gauze. They carry a quarterstaff made from silver wood that is etched with intricate carvings of vines and leaves. By his side is a beast that resembles a horse mixed with a dragon. Its scales are pearly white and shine like jewels. Its long horns are sharpened to a point. 

The man walks over to the back and lays down on the couch, staring at the floor, meditating. 

 Theres a small knock at kelipso's door

 Kelipso tilts his head and opens it

 Jason smiles from the other side, "Morning Kel!" He says happily, though he seems to notice the blackened eye, "Are you ok?"

 "Yeah.. Yeah im fine" he says and smiles a bit

 "You sure? I can go kill someone if you want," He says, placing his hand against kelipso's face softly

 Kelipso winced a pulled away a bit "careful, even soft touches cause me pain" he said and looked at the floor "Ill be fine"

 He frowns, "Who hurt you kel?"

 "I'm. Fine." he said and and sat down on his bed.

 He crosses his arms, "You have a black eye. And from the way you winced, thats not the half of it." He says as he sits beside them

 "Like i said that last three times. I just need rest an ill be fine..."

 Jason stares at him for a moment, then calmly pokes him in the side

 He winces as if he had been stabbed with a dagger and snaps his head towards jason "Don't do that"

 "Kel, you're hurt! Why won't you tell me why?"

 "..... I was in a fight" he mutters.

 "With who?"

 "People...." he mutters again, staring at the floor.

 "Doesn't sounds like a fair fight if you ended up like this." He says

 "mn..." he grumbles

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The Brand is in a dusty, abandoned shed outside someone’s forgotten home, tending to the injury he got from fighting. It made his skin crawl as he gently applied salve to the wound and watched as the tendons, muscles, and skin reformed. He still felt the sting from where it hit him, like the blade was still in his new formed flesh somehow.

He took off his mask and dropped it on the floor. His inky black skin pulsed from hidden veins as he slowly leaned downwards as his dead white eyes with no pupils stared at the floor. He began to mutter to himself in infernal.

 

 Gravedigger teleports in and looks around "Where am I?"

 "Mn" The Brand grumbles, narrowing his eyes.

 Gravedigger notices Brand "Oh hello there" 

 "mnn.." he grumbles

 "Is something wrong?"

 "Everything" he mutters

 "Why is that?"

 "Because" he hisses

 "That doesn't tell me much"

 "Then deal with what ya got!"

 "Okay"

 He huffs as if he has just been bothered by a child. He continues to stare at the floor and grumble

 "What's your problem?"

 he raises his pistol "ask me one more (GP) time"