Lord's Rest Inn

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*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*

Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town

 He can feel his connection to Yuri poisoned, her aura smeared with crimson like blood.

 He grimaced slightly, hopping off the roof to go search for her

 He finds her standing on a hill, watching the town with narrowed crimson eyes. The bracelets and crown of thorns are back.

 "Yuri?" He says, cautiously approaching

 She raised a brow as her lips raise in disgust "Ah, the one who left the court." She snarled.

 His eye twitches slightly, "You left our court same as I. Is something messing with you?"

 He eyes snap to green suddenly as Tatiana takes control "But of course you lively traitor. I am glad to have my little warlord back."

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Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"

Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."

 Yuri makes a pained noise as suddenly she clutches her chest. "Nevermind, he knows." She snarls, her tone turning different along with her eyes "Maybe he fancies a rematch.' 

Donn stands before a small cottage house. Mists seem to roll over, killing large spiders that sit in the trees above. A man come south but his lungs are soon destroyed by the mists as well. 

 Out of the cottage walks a towering old man wrapped completely in black fabric with silver buckles, the ends of his wraps floating into the air and seemingly fading away. He was not in the cabin a second ago. "May I speak to Tatiana, please? I believe what I have to say will be of great interest to her."

 Donn narrows his eyes "I have come for the Weavers Child." He said before his voice turns feminine "Yes dear? I suggest you hurry and speak before I get annoyed."

 "We need to talk in person. I will be at your location in 12 hours realtime. I expect to be accommodated. Thank you for your patience. Now send your minion away. Your puppets should not talk back to their betters."

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*cut thread with xan cause long*

He shakes his head softly, "No, I have good control iver my magic usually."

 "You sure?" He asks, worried.

 "Yes, I'm fine." He laughs, kissing xan's cheek, "Its nice to be worried about though."

 Xan giggled and turns to Prayer "You seem like you practice magic too."

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*since some more stuff is happening, bringing in raven man aswell*

Zenix is sat atop a roof, watching the town

 In an explosion of cool blue mist, a scholarly blonde sun elf with streaks of teal in his hair stands behind Zenix. A single drop of his tea lands on the roof. “Hello. A beautiful sight, isn’t it? Hard to believe such dark secrets can lurk around here…”

 "Can't be shadows if there's no light." He shrugs, "everything's got a dark side, no matter how small."

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Several fey courts have had their courthouses completely annihilated. The only things left are smog and a cold iron sign at each location: "NO GODS OR QUEENS, ONLY STEEL"

Deep in the pale mists of the Domains of Dread, a certain Dark Power receives a letter. "...Guissepe, fetch me my good paints." A long, withered claw plays with a scrap of godflesh. "I think we might have a candidate."

 Yuri makes a pained noise as suddenly she clutches her chest. "Nevermind, he knows." She snarls, her tone turning different along with her eyes "Maybe he fancies a rematch.' 

Donn stands before a small cottage house. Mists seem to roll over, killing large spiders that sit in the trees above. A man come south but his lungs are soon destroyed by the mists as well. 

 Out of the cottage walks a towering old man wrapped completely in black fabric with silver buckles, the ends of his wraps floating into the air and seemingly fading away. He was not in the cabin a second ago. "May I speak to Tatiana, please? I believe what I have to say will be of great interest to her."

 Donn narrows his eyes "I have come for the Weavers Child." He said before his voice turns feminine "Yes dear? I suggest you hurry and speak before I get annoyed."

 "We need to talk in person. I will be at your location in 12 hours realtime. I expect to be accommodated. Thank you for your patience. Now send your minion away. Your puppets should not talk back to their betters."

 She purses her lips "I know you.. I know your name. Talbot. A greater evil in this world." She feigns innocence "I am the patron of someone's wife I think you know very well and keep close to that shrivelled heart of yours." She pilots Donn's body to smile.

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*hiya everyone!*

Mori’s circus is putting on a show right out of town.

the Prince in yellow is in an alleyway, vomiting black Ichor. It lifted its mask up slightly, but it’s hiding its face with its hands.

 *Salutations!*

A warm psionic presence pricks the back of its mind. <Heyyy, if you’re having stomach troubles, I can help ya!>