Lord's Rest Inn

Aonghus is curled up in a blanket outside while having lunch. He appears to have packed five sandwiches (which are clearly PB&J), a small container of baby carrots, three pieces of fresh fruit, and a slice of tiramisu. He is munching on this happily. 

Xan is smoking outside while watching people. He appears tired or bored. 

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Pch’Ptah is… somewhere, doing… something.

Nainai still has a quiche.

Thirteen is putting up posters in town, warning townspeople not to interact with the depicted creatures. All the drawings are of horrifying abominations, all wearing masks and chains, and many are lanky and blood-covered.

 Xan is keeping an eye on Thirteen, his golden eyes narrowed.

 Thirteen is seemingly oblivious, but probably not really. He tacks up an image of a tall amorphous ooze with a single cuttlefish-like eyeball that is wrapped in arcane glyphs. The caption of the poster is “JALGHABI: AVOID SUBSUMPTION”

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As you make your way back to the castle, you can't help but notice the eerie emptiness that fills the vast corridors. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries that have faded over time, but the remnants of their beauty are still visible. The once-beautiful glass windows that used to fill the halls with vibrant colors are now shattered, and the shards glint in the dim light that filters through. The constant march of time has taken its toll on the castle, but there's still something enchanting about it.

 

As you walk through the corridors, you sense a presence, as if something is still alive here. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you listen intently to the silence that surrounds you. A faint hum lingers in the air, almost like a melody from a distant memory. It's hard to tell where it's coming from, but it seems to be emanating from deep within the castle.

 

You continue to walk, and as you turn a corner, you catch a glimpse of a room filled with an inexplicable aura. It's as if something otherworldly has made its presence known within the castle's walls. You step into the room and are greeted by a sight that takes your breath away. The walls are adorned with intricate carvings that seem to depict celestial beings, and the air is filled with a strange energy that you can't quite put your finger on.

 

As you make your way through the castle, you realize that there's more to this place than what meets the eye. There's a mystery to unravel, and you can't help but feel drawn to it. The castle may be old and worn, but it's still alive with the energy of something magical, something that you can't quite explain.

 

"I need help. I do believe I am trapped in here."

 

The silence was broken by a faint utterance, a woman's voice, barely audible. Her voice was hoarse and feeble, yet it managed to make its presence known. Despite its frailty, the voice seemed to carry a sense of urgency or desperation, as if the woman was trying to communicate something important or alarming.

*ooh this will be fun*

Back at the inn, Thirteen, driven by that strange urge that’s guided him to every world in which he hunted for Feakor, decides to go for a walk. Is that urge a desire to do good, or a desire for vengeance? Whatever it is, he acknowledges that familiar feeling of purpose, the feeling that brought him here in the first place. Something… otherworldly. “Here we go again.” He murmurs. “This’ll be a lot like last time, I hope. At least I might get to see his [1gp]ing face one last time.”

 *Mwheheheheh*

He feels an emotions course through his veins. It is warm and gentle, like a mother's hug.

 Thirteen has no concept of these feelings, but heads toward the castle unconsciously.

 Inside is dusty but colorful light filters through the windows.

 “Yeah, something’s up.” Thirteen takes out his flail and draws the symbol of Azuth on it. “Waseworth, I told you I don’t want to date you!”

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 *How are we supposed to interact with this?*

*Or are you just sharing your awesome writing with us?*

 *This actually Morgana's pre-intro. I plan to fully intro her tomorrow.*

 *Awesome*

*Also, I have been working on a Fey character.*

*He's a banker.*

 *Oh lord..*

 *That a good or bad "Oh lord?"*

 *B o t h :3*

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Pch’Ptah is… somewhere, doing… something.

Nainai still has a quiche.

Thirteen is putting up posters in town, warning townspeople not to interact with the depicted creatures. All the drawings are of horrifying abominations, all wearing masks and chains, and many are lanky and blood-covered.

 Xan is keeping an eye on Thirteen, his golden eyes narrowed.

 Thirteen is seemingly oblivious, but probably not really. He tacks up an image of a tall amorphous ooze with a single cuttlefish-like eyeball that is wrapped in arcane glyphs. The caption of the poster is “JALGHABI: AVOID SUBSUMPTION”

 

 Xan looks disgusted to a third degree.

An uncomfortable coldness falls over The Lord’s Rest Inn, it makes your very bones shiver, it’s like being dipped into the ocean in the middle of a cold winter night. It almost makes your body freeze up, and you feel an unbearable sense of fear wash over you. There is a clacking sound outside the tavern, like hollow bones being clicked together. The sound grows louder and more chilling as it is mixed with crunching and creaking. A heavy pound follows soon after, then another, like footsteps. The doorknob of the tavern rattles and something seems to he scratching the door, but instead of the door opening, it is engulfed in black and deep blue shadows. Something steps out of the shadows, what you first see is a crustacean’s claw, serrated with bone and exoskeleton, next a beings arms and other hand pass through, it’s shoulder are spiked with multiple harpoons and hollow looking points. Its head is barely discernible from how unfathomably hideous it is. It had large, bugged out eyes that are as dark as the void, it seems to have mandibles of some kind, and a large beard and mustache of seaweed conceal it’s mouth. Sticking off of the creatures back are four double jointed crab legs, as massive as the height of the tavern. The creature is close to 11 feet tall, it’s a miracle it fits in the tavern. It stares disgustedly at the patrons.

*Actually probably gonna have to go soon, but you get the idea*