Lord's Rest Inn

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 *PALL!!!! Hi!!!!!!!*

 *How are you doing?*

 *I'm well, how are you?*

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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. 

 *Ooo, fun :DDD*

"Ah, hello you. I remember you from the village." Vanden smiles, sitting at a table, the women not in the room with him, "If you run like a [gp] again, that'll surely pull your reputation into question."

 Brand rolls his eyes behind his mask and waves a hand for his men to follow him in. They stand on either side of the door like guards protecting a vault, eyes narrowed at Vaden. "Who are you" Brand says, his voice is cold.

 "Remember that angel worshipping village?" He asks, leaning back in the chair

 "Mn. There are many i slaughter. Can't say you cross my mind" he says and pulls out his Blood-Oath Sword "Now outta my way so i can find this chick"

 He groans, "Yeah heres the thing. She payed me like.... a good sandwhich for help, and i don't exactly like you, soooo nah."

 "Mn. Fine" he says and walks out. The two guards chuckles as they summon hellish flames to their command as they light the house on fire.

 A hand flicks out, the spiked head of his weapon being flung out. A chain wraps around one of the guards necks, blessed silver metals biting into their flesh, "I don't exactly like fire friends, sorry."

 Brand watches as his guards are torn by radiant metal and clicks his tongue. Unlike him, they were only human so they were not important, but it would take time to find new people to serve him. 

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*Hi*

 *GHOST!!!! -tackle hugs-*

 *hugs back How are you doing?*

 *Good. Im proud a Year-2 Brand. He is currently a headhunter for Asmodeus and i like how he is playing out in the tavern! How are you?*

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*Hi*

 *PALL!!!! Hi!!!!!!!*

 *How are you doing?*

 *I'm well, how are you?*

 *Tired. How are you?*

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*Hi*

 *GHOST!!!! -tackle hugs-*

 *hugs back How are you doing?*

 *Good. Im proud a Year-2 Brand. He is currently a headhunter for Asmodeus and i like how he is playing out in the tavern! How are you?*

 *Good, just chilling in choir. Might have to leave suddenly if we go over to the chapel*