Lord's Rest Inn

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 "Oh, I have no power to give to a cleric. Perhaps in time. He would be, in time. I have not been in a physical plane for a very long time."

"How long has that been?" The Angel asks, examining the alter

 The altar is a plain stone table, with a little ornamentation around the edges. It seems non-magical.

"Years. I wandered in the place between places for what seemed like forever. It was awful."

 They nod. "I tend to... 'slip' into the space between planes as well. It is a... strange place."

 "Hmm. Avoid the oceans there. One tends to get stuck."

 They nod. "Currents seem to be something to avoid, whether the Astral or the Ordinal. Have you met Helios yet?"

 "Who is that?"

 "My god. Lord of Light and Light of the world."

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A huge, mandibled crow-like creature flies into town, its many gold eyes gleaming with pride as it lands regally. It flaps its wings once as it settles down, letting its rider off.

If the mount was interesting, the rider is certainly equally so. Sliding off the gold-filigreed saddle is an oni with white marble for skin and golden markings all over his body. He wears layers upon layers of beautiful clothing, coats and robes and capes all wrapped around each other in a surprisingly beautiful display of excessive wealth. To say he was a noble of great financial fortitude would be an understatement. He carries an ornate metal staff that could easily be mistaken for a Victorian street lamp if it weren't so obviously and overwhelmingly expensive. Under his other arm he carries a barrel, somewhat out of place given the excessive opulence he surrounds himself with.

He gently pats his Deep Crow and whispers to it in some foreign language before heading off toward the tavern. His perfume smells exactly like roses, but just barely covers the smell of smog.

 Sushi looks up from a book, taking off her reading glasses before waving, "Bonjour monsieur! What brings you to our tavern?" she blinks slowly wondering if there's any protocol she's forgetting about dealing with Oni Royalty looking folk 

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A huge, mandibled crow-like creature flies into town, its many gold eyes gleaming with pride as it lands regally. It flaps its wings once as it settles down, letting its rider off.

If the mount was interesting, the rider is certainly equally so. Sliding off the gold-filigreed saddle is an oni with white marble for skin and golden markings all over his body. He wears layers upon layers of beautiful clothing, coats and robes and capes all wrapped around each other in a surprisingly beautiful display of excessive wealth. To say he was a noble of great financial fortitude would be an understatement. He carries an ornate metal staff that could easily be mistaken for a Victorian street lamp if it weren't so obviously and overwhelmingly expensive. Under his other arm he carries a barrel, somewhat out of place given the excessive opulence he surrounds himself with.

He gently pats his Deep Crow and whispers to it in some foreign language before heading off toward the tavern. His perfume smells exactly like roses, but just barely covers the smell of smog.

 Meroving waves to them. "Who might you be?"

 The oni(?) gives a bow. "Auravin Morchant, at your service."

Flint is watching Morchant through a grate in the street

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*I hope this intro is good. I've been working on it for like an hour.*

A huge, mandibled crow-like creature flies into town, its many gold eyes gleaming with pride as it lands regally. It flaps its wings once as it settles down, letting its rider off.

If the mount was interesting, the rider is certainly equally so. Sliding off the gold-filigreed saddle is an oni with white marble for skin and golden markings all over his body. He wears layers upon layers of beautiful clothing, coats and robes and capes all wrapped around each other in a surprisingly beautiful display of excessive wealth. To say he was a noble of great financial fortitude would be an understatement. He carries an ornate metal staff that could easily be mistaken for a Victorian street lamp if it weren't so obviously and overwhelmingly expensive. Under his other arm he carries a barrel, somewhat out of place given the excessive opulence he surrounds himself with.

He gently pats his Deep Crow and whispers to it in some foreign language before heading off toward the tavern. His perfume smells exactly like roses, but just barely covers the smell of smog.

 Sushi looks up from a book, taking off her reading glasses before waving, "Bonjour monsieur! What brings you to our tavern?" she blinks slowly wondering if there's any protocol she's forgetting about dealing with Oni Royalty looking folk 

 He laughs cheerfully. "Oh, I was just looking to meet with the populace! I haven't been out and about for so long that it's almost depressing! So you are tavern staff, I take it?"

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 "Oh, I have no power to give to a cleric. Perhaps in time. He would be, in time. I have not been in a physical plane for a very long time."

"How long has that been?" The Angel asks, examining the alter

 The altar is a plain stone table, with a little ornamentation around the edges. It seems non-magical.

"Years. I wandered in the place between places for what seemed like forever. It was awful."

 They nod. "I tend to... 'slip' into the space between planes as well. It is a... strange place."

 "Hmm. Avoid the oceans there. One tends to get stuck."

 They nod. "Currents seem to be something to avoid, whether the Astral or the Ordinal. Have you met Helios yet?"

 "Who is that?"

 "My god. Lord of Light and Light of the world."

 "You worship the sun? It seems hard for the sun to grant you power, it being inanimate."