Lord's Rest Inn

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 *from a divine source?*

They sigh, and Theren can feel an invisible wing shelter them. “Let’s get you inside, shall we?”

 *yup.*

He nods a bit, leaning against them

 *double sigh*

Raphael shifts to a stronger form, before gently picking Theren up, preparing to carry them inside

 *hehehehehehe*

Theren mumbles something about a gravesite

 Raphael flutters down to the ground, before carrying them inside. They rest Theren on Raphael’s ‘bed’, making sure all is well as can be. 

(Theren, what happened?)

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 *from a divine source?*

They sigh, and Theren can feel an invisible wing shelter them. “Let’s get you inside, shall we?”

 *yup.*

He nods a bit, leaning against them

 *double sigh*

Raphael shifts to a stronger form, before gently picking Theren up, preparing to carry them inside

 *hehehehehehe*

Theren mumbles something about a gravesite

 Raphael flutters down to the ground, before carrying them inside. They rest Theren on Raphael’s ‘bed’, making sure all is well as can be. 

(Theren, what happened?)

 Hes trying to kill me in order to escape...

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 *from a divine source?*

They sigh, and Theren can feel an invisible wing shelter them. “Let’s get you inside, shall we?”

 *yup.*

He nods a bit, leaning against them

 *double sigh*

Raphael shifts to a stronger form, before gently picking Theren up, preparing to carry them inside

 *hehehehehehe*

Theren mumbles something about a gravesite

 Raphael flutters down to the ground, before carrying them inside. They rest Theren on Raphael’s ‘bed’, making sure all is well as can be. 

(Theren, what happened?)

 Hes trying to kill me in order to escape...

 (Most troubling. Rest, and stay here. Death shall not come to you here.)

*anyone on?*

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Out South, thousands of years ago, there was a demonic incursion. There was one entity that became more feared than any paladin, angel, or demon. No one was quite sure what it was, and both sides had their names for it. The Demons called it Shaper, as it would sell them impossibly powerful war beasts in trade for weapons and relics. The Holy Warriors named it Collector, for it would give them items of unspeakable power in trade for the bodies of their dead. A name used by both sides was the Taker, as there was nothing that could sate its greed.

Regardless of its name, the monster was not to be trifled with. They say it could melt flesh and steel like wax, and that not even the demons and angels dared to attack it alone. It was an abomination. Minefields, barbed wire, crosses, magma, regardless of what defenses they put up, it would always arrive in the morning, with deals that could not be refused. They said it was a manifestation of abuse and mindless violence sent by the demons. They said it was a cruel justice without a sense of loyalty sent by the angels.

And when it hadn't been seen for over a thousand years, they said it was a myth.

But a shot was fired on the battlefields recently, long after all the bodies had been taken. Then came the telltale buzzing of flies and grave robbings.

A nearby kingdom, uncomfortably close to the accursed battlefield, will pay big for anyone to prove or disprove the legendary creature's existence. The Taker must be found at all costs.

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Out South, thousands of years ago, there was a demonic incursion. There was one entity that became more feared than any paladin, angel, or demon. No one was quite sure what it was, and both sides had their names for it. The Demons called it Shaper, as it would sell them impossibly powerful war beasts in trade for weapons and relics. The Holy Warriors named it Collector, for it would give them items of unspeakable power in trade for the bodies of their dead. A name used by both sides was the Taker, as there was nothing that could sate its greed.

Regardless of its name, the monster was not to be trifled with. They say it could melt flesh and steel like wax, and that not even the demons and angels dared to attack it alone. It was an abomination. Minefields, barbed wire, crosses, magma, regardless of what defenses they put up, it would always arrive in the morning, with deals that could not be refused. They said it was a manifestation of abuse and mindless violence sent by the demons. They said it was a cruel justice without a sense of loyalty sent by the angels.

And when it hadn't been seen for over a thousand years, they said it was a myth.

But a shot was fired on the battlefields recently, long after all the bodies had been taken. Then came the telltale buzzing of flies and grave robbings.

A nearby kingdom, uncomfortably close to the accursed battlefield, will pay big for anyone to prove or disprove the legendary creature's existence. The Taker must be found at all costs.

 Raphael sighs, “More fighting?!?”