Lord's Rest Inn

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*Isn't PVP not allowed without mod approval?*

 *oh... oops.*

*nvm.*

Quote from Gradius2 >>

Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

Quote from Gradius2 >>

Quote from Gradius2 >>

Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

Thirteen watches the child carefully. “You know that’s rather rude.”

Quote from Gradius2 >>

Quote from Gradius2 >>

Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

 *I cannot see thy image! :(*

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Quote from Gradius2 >>

Quote from Gradius2 >>

Amidst the bustling in the tavern of people, mushrooms, and ferrets, a young boy manifests in the tavern. Nobody saw him get here, but he’s at the bar in a one handed handstand, his feet and arms outstretched. He has a deathly pale face and black, greasy hair that’s slicked back in a messy way. He looks to be from the Victorian era. His left eye is neon orange, the other is sky blue. Under his blue eye is a painted tear drop. He’s dressed in a dark jester outfit minus the ridiculous hat.

He looks like this:

(Art by Elliotewow*

As he is upside down in his handstand position, his eyes flick back and forth between customers at the tavern. Every time he sees someone new, his blue eye glows brightly and briefly. He’s grinning, but his smile is unsettling and eery. 

 *Im bacc*

Thirteen watches the child carefully. “You know that’s rather rude.”

 The boy notices Thirteen, then he’s behind them (he? she?) having relocated in the blink of an eye. He’s floating crisscross legged in the air behind Thirteen. “What is?” He speaks with an Italian mafia accent.

*Hello friends, I am back.*

Visstori is outside, reading about hundred different history books at a time. He is trying to rearrange the timelines to figure out where and when exactly he died so he can catch up on what he missed. 

William is outside, sipping coffee while sketching out an idea for a cake. Form the drawing, it looks beautiful. The ingredients list written down besides it. 

Morgana is happily perfecting her lantern tree, planting seeds in a small spot for a test trial of how they will work with the environment.

Cathan, a towering, barbed-wire-wrapped brute in a trenchcoat and visored WW1 helmet, is cooking a spicy-smelling stew out near the forest.

Gregor is out harvesting mushrooms.

Sytosc is at his picnic spot with two baskets.