Lord's Rest Inn

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 "I think so, but what kind of violence could we even commit in a room in a tavern that is specifically warded against violence? And how would we trap it?"

“Trapping is easy, simply lock the door. Violence too, as none die here.” Raphael states, stabbing their head with a dagger, demonstrating

 "Well, it's safer than my plan. Let's try it your way."

 They take the knife out, flesh restitching together. “How much violence can you inflict?”

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 "I think so, but what kind of violence could we even commit in a room in a tavern that is specifically warded against violence? And how would we trap it?"

“Trapping is easy, simply lock the door. Violence too, as none die here.” Raphael states, stabbing their head with a dagger, demonstrating

 "Well, it's safer than my plan. Let's try it your way."

 They take the knife out, flesh restitching together. “How much violence can you inflict?”

 "Almost none. I've never had to learn beyond quickly slaughtering prey animals."

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 "I think so, but what kind of violence could we even commit in a room in a tavern that is specifically warded against violence? And how would we trap it?"

“Trapping is easy, simply lock the door. Violence too, as none die here.” Raphael states, stabbing their head with a dagger, demonstrating

 "Well, it's safer than my plan. Let's try it your way."

 They take the knife out, flesh restitching together. “How much violence can you inflict?”

 "Almost none. I've never had to learn beyond quickly slaughtering prey animals."

“Mmm… I see. Say, Johnny, how old are you?”

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 "I think so, but what kind of violence could we even commit in a room in a tavern that is specifically warded against violence? And how would we trap it?"

“Trapping is easy, simply lock the door. Violence too, as none die here.” Raphael states, stabbing their head with a dagger, demonstrating

 "Well, it's safer than my plan. Let's try it your way."

 They take the knife out, flesh restitching together. “How much violence can you inflict?”

 "Almost none. I've never had to learn beyond quickly slaughtering prey animals."

“Mmm… I see. Say, Johnny, how old are you?”

 "20, why?"

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 "I think so, but what kind of violence could we even commit in a room in a tavern that is specifically warded against violence? And how would we trap it?"

“Trapping is easy, simply lock the door. Violence too, as none die here.” Raphael states, stabbing their head with a dagger, demonstrating

 "Well, it's safer than my plan. Let's try it your way."

 They take the knife out, flesh restitching together. “How much violence can you inflict?”

 "Almost none. I've never had to learn beyond quickly slaughtering prey animals."

“Mmm… I see. Say, Johnny, how old are you?”

 "20, why?"

 “Mmm… no reason.” Raphael states, contemplating things. “I will institute the violence if worse comes to worse.”

*I'll put Mezzolth in here instead of 2 Story because there is a good amount of gods in here.*

"Please take me back, oh drunken God of Slaughter.... You know I've always been, your favorite daughter."

There is a hunger in the world, for a man or woman to drive a weapon through the body of another to cause such pain. Wives cheating on their husbands only to feel the end of a gun barrel through their skulls. Abusive men and women on their own children who grow up to hate all. Men fighting men on the field of battle over something so trivial.

So much blood is spilt on the soil that the plants no longer need the rain. They only need the violence that others inflict on each other. 

Amongst them stands a blind man, let's call him Johnathan Mezzoli. He was a slave, a servant to a noble who thought everyone below him. He worked like a dog and was treated worse than one. He bore the scars, the burns, and lashings from his master. He couldn't take it anymore after that noble killed his only son. He took a cleaver and sliced the nobles head clean off. He didn't stop there, the whole palace was turned red by midnight. 

The God of war, Bane, took pity on this fellow. He knew what it was like to be filled with rage. He transformed the man of blood into something greater. He turned him into a god. He changed his cleaver into one fit for a giant, stained red and rusted to make his victims feel the pain he felt. His skin turned a sickly purple. His eyes were hidden under a black iron helmet. He grew to be massive, a behemoth amongst other gods. His four arms grasped weapons of black iron that could slice anything through with little effort.

For now, he sleeps in the forest, awaiting to arise and kill those he deems disgusting or unworthy of living.