Lord's Rest Inn

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*Gonna intro soon. I may have him drive a Liberty Truck.*

 *I was wrong*

*Well, I'm back. But I'm no longer in a good mood. In fact, it went badly downhill all because of my mother.*

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*Well, I'm back. But I'm no longer in a good mood. In fact, it went badly downhill all because of my mother.*

 *Oh no! What happened?*

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*Well, I'm back. But I'm no longer in a good mood. In fact, it went badly downhill all because of my mother.*

 *The 57 Precepts of Zote the Mighty, Precept 11: Mothers will always betray you. This precept explains itself.*

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William sits outside, drawing something in a pad of paper. It appears to be a design for a recipe he is making, along with a list of ingredients it may include. He sips from a mug of coffee that has been lightened by cream. 

Morgana is outside, gently burying the corpse of a deer with her bar hands. Her eyes stream tears but she still smiles, whispering gentle words to the corpse as if it were still alive and to the soil and plants to take good care of the body.

 William feels some sort of magical presence around him. Make a wisdom saving throw.

(just to clarify, is he literally like drawing a picture of the food?)

 *Yep.*

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 They notice that they seem to almost start to subconsciously draw some sort of barely noticeable pattern in the drawing, which they notice before they finish it. It seems to be a dot with three spirals surrounding it. They also notice the faint sounds of a pipe organ playing nearby.

 William pulls his hand back and narrows his eyes "That's strange.." he sighs and sets down the pencil before pulling out a lighter. He flicks the flint and the spark catches. The holds it under the paper before it goes up in flames.

 The smoke from the flames has an odd color… a strange pale rosy color. The pipe organ music gets louder. It’s coming from in front of him, he thinks. Somewhere in front of him.

 William stands up and pulls a pistol from a holster under his jacket. "I suggest whatever you are doing stops please, I do not like being taken advantage of.." he sighs, his voice monotone.

 The air in front of him, around a hundred feet away, shimmers and warps, as if there were a fire beneath it. Appearing from the haze is a masked human wearing commoners clothes. They start to approach William. Every step they take, the pipe organ music gets louder.

William realizes that the human’s clothes are smoldering and smoking the same color smoke as the paper did.

 William looks bored, uninterested. He puts away his pistol and pulls out a meat cleaver from somewhere in his jacket. He tilts his head "Can't we talk like normal people. Or perhaps a mockery of normal people?"

 “Strange is the Night… have you been blessed by the Glory of the stars?”

 "No." He leans back on the balls of his heels. "I don't care about blessings or curses or any of that.. You have twenty seconds to explain what you want."

 The human tilts his head.

”I want for you to witness the glory of the stars. It will enlighten you.”

 "Like I said, no." He sighs, rubbing his temples "I am craving kidney pie right now.." his eyes glint as he looks back up at them "Go away.."

 “Do you not want to see the stars? That is what they all say.”

 *I am going to need a CON save and a WIS save*

He covers his face "I told you no. You disrespected my feelings and decided to not go away. This is where you will need to face your consequences." His eyes glint his mouth suddenly fills with sharp, needle-like teeth, his skin seeming to shred slightly and rot like it was never meant to be there. Hideous claws grow from his fingertips as he grips the meat cleaver. 

 “You have rejected my oh so kind gifts? What a shame, another life wasted in dedication that is meaningless.”

Con: 13

wisdom: 19

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*Well, I'm back. But I'm no longer in a good mood. In fact, it went badly downhill all because of my mother.*

 *The 57 Precepts of Zote the Mighty, Precept 11: Mothers will always betray you. This precept explains itself.*

 *(Rips open roof of thread)*

*(Reaches down to grab you)*