Lord's Rest Inn

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*Morning friends :DDDDD*

*How are you all?*

 *Alaric!*

 *Dragon!!! How are you?*

 *Good, how are you?*

 *I'm well, slept ok. Worried about some scheduling stuff irl, but i'll be fine*

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*Morning friends :DDDDD*

*How are you all?*

 *Hey there! Im just finishing up a character sheet for a new character im bringing in.*

 

 *Ooooooo, who else do you have open and tell me more :D*

*Also, speaking of new characters:*

The door to the Inn opens as a man steps inside, his tanned skin and short black hair contrasting his green eyes. He seems to be nearly 30, the hood of a cloak pulled up over his head. Theres a small noise as he closes a book, sticking it into a holder on his belt next to something else barely visible, the cloak soon pulled to cover it and the book. He looks around for a moment, then speaks in dwarvish to someone behind him, 'Alright, come in.' He steps to the side as a masked figure shuffles in, a hood also covering their form. Their clothes are long, covering almost all of their body, except for a pair of mostly gloved hands, which have a set of long claws tearing out of the cloth. A low growl starts to come from behind the mask before the man snaps his fingers, speaking once again in dwarven, 'Stop that. Go find a secluded table.' He says, the figure wordlessly walking to a table in the corner as the man walks up towards the counter, now speaking in common, "Can i get a room please?"

 *They are a disgraced Half-orc military officer who accidently led his army into the jaws of death. He survived but was exiled by his people for failing their mission. He took up the study of magic and discipline of body and mind (5 levels in Wizard and 15 levels in Monk). He now studies monsters of his homeland so no one has to kill or be killed.*

*OOOOOOOh! hold on. Ill add in Lux in a minute but for now:*

Kelipso is practicing with his short-bow, hitting a oak tree about 500 feet from him. 

The Brand is hunting a young woman who sold her son's soul to become rich.

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*Morning friends :DDDDD*

*How are you all?*

 *Alaric!*

 *Dragon!!! How are you?*

 *Good, how are you?*

 *I'm well, slept ok. Worried about some scheduling stuff irl, but i'll be fine*

 * Glad to hear. What scheduling stuff?*

 *I wanna play a campaign with someone, its their first time in dnd, but our timezones don't always add up and i'm worried that them waiting for me is making it harder for them*

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*Morning friends :DDDDD*

*How are you all?*

 *Hey there! Im just finishing up a character sheet for a new character im bringing in.*

 

 *Ooooooo, who else do you have open and tell me more :D*

*Also, speaking of new characters:*

The door to the Inn opens as a man steps inside, his tanned skin and short black hair contrasting his green eyes. He seems to be nearly 30, the hood of a cloak pulled up over his head. Theres a small noise as he closes a book, sticking it into a holder on his belt next to something else barely visible, the cloak soon pulled to cover it and the book. He looks around for a moment, then speaks in dwarvish to someone behind him, 'Alright, come in.' He steps to the side as a masked figure shuffles in, a hood also covering their form. Their clothes are long, covering almost all of their body, except for a pair of mostly gloved hands, which have a set of long claws tearing out of the cloth. A low growl starts to come from behind the mask before the man snaps his fingers, speaking once again in dwarven, 'Stop that. Go find a secluded table.' He says, the figure wordlessly walking to a table in the corner as the man walks up towards the counter, now speaking in common, "Can i get a room please?"

 *They are a disgraced Half-orc military officer who accidently led his army into the jaws of death. He survived but was exiled by his people for failing their mission. He took up the study of magic and discipline of body and mind (5 levels in Wizard and 15 levels in Monk). He now studies monsters of his homeland so no one has to kill or be killed.*

 

*OOOOOOOh! hold on. Ill add in Lux in a minute but for now:*

Kelipso is practicing with his short-bow, hitting a oak tree about 500 feet from him. 

The Brand is hunting a young woman who sold her son's soul to become rich.

 *Lol, ok ^^*

Vanden is 'preventing' brand from getting the women by doing the bare minimum

The new man soon joins the masked figure at the corner table

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*Morning friends :DDDDD*

*How are you all?*

 *Hey there! Im just finishing up a character sheet for a new character im bringing in.*

 

 *Ooooooo, who else do you have open and tell me more :D*

*Also, speaking of new characters:*

The door to the Inn opens as a man steps inside, his tanned skin and short black hair contrasting his green eyes. He seems to be nearly 30, the hood of a cloak pulled up over his head. Theres a small noise as he closes a book, sticking it into a holder on his belt next to something else barely visible, the cloak soon pulled to cover it and the book. He looks around for a moment, then speaks in dwarvish to someone behind him, 'Alright, come in.' He steps to the side as a masked figure shuffles in, a hood also covering their form. Their clothes are long, covering almost all of their body, except for a pair of mostly gloved hands, which have a set of long claws tearing out of the cloth. A low growl starts to come from behind the mask before the man snaps his fingers, speaking once again in dwarven, 'Stop that. Go find a secluded table.' He says, the figure wordlessly walking to a table in the corner as the man walks up towards the counter, now speaking in common, "Can i get a room please?"

 *They are a disgraced Half-orc military officer who accidently led his army into the jaws of death. He survived but was exiled by his people for failing their mission. He took up the study of magic and discipline of body and mind (5 levels in Wizard and 15 levels in Monk). He now studies monsters of his homeland so no one has to kill or be killed.*

 

*OOOOOOOh! hold on. Ill add in Lux in a minute but for now:*

Kelipso is practicing with his short-bow, hitting a oak tree about 500 feet from him. 

The Brand is hunting a young woman who sold her son's soul to become rich.

 *Lol, ok ^^*

Vanden is 'preventing' brand from getting the women by doing the bare minimum

The new man soon joins the masked figure at the corner table

 *Im also thinking about making an Alien Character but i need to make a whole homebrew for them. If you ever heard of Mass Effect, i kinda wanna make someone like Garrus*

Brand narrows his eyes as he kicks open the door to the house, with him are two men in thick plate armor and masked faces. They carry swords on their hips while The Brand has one in his hand.