Lord's Rest Inn

*I am mentally dying so imma use my comfy bois*

Ani is reading on the roof

Rory is preaching per usual

The masked figure is strolling around town, seeming to enjoy the quiet and slightly warm weather

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

The smell of indica buds waft through the air and leads to the open screen door of a apothecary shop. Inside smells of many different herbs but also of strains of marijuana that grow in little decorative pots alongside the large bay window. The walls are lined with bottles and vials of herbal medication and dried flowers for other use. A young man stands behind the counter, a grin plastered on his face.

He has very pale skin that is tinted green, short hair that is colored green by mildew and moss, unfocused eyes that have dark circles around them, and blunt teeth in his mouth. He stand about 5'8 and is a bit on the chubby side. His good nature however makes up for it.

He stubs out a blunt that is between his fingers on a cat-shaped ashtray. A real cat, short black fur and stubby tail, sits on the checkout countertop, purring contently. 

 Phoenix walks in noticing all the drugs. He whistles, impressed.

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

The smell of indica buds waft through the air and leads to the open screen door of a apothecary shop. Inside smells of many different herbs but also of strains of marijuana that grow in little decorative pots alongside the large bay window. The walls are lined with bottles and vials of herbal medication and dried flowers for other use. A young man stands behind the counter, a grin plastered on his face.

He has very pale skin that is tinted green, short hair that is colored green by mildew and moss, unfocused eyes that have dark circles around them, and blunt teeth in his mouth. He stand about 5'8 and is a bit on the chubby side. His good nature however makes up for it.

He stubs out a blunt that is between his fingers on a cat-shaped ashtray. A real cat, short black fur and stubby tail, sits on the checkout countertop, purring contently. 

*this may prove devastating*

A thri-kreen, looking very unwell and tired, leans against the exterior wall.

 The man pokes his head out, smiling. "Hey there? You okie dokie?"

The thri-kreen shakes its head. On closer inspection, its carapace joints look brittle, its mouthparts are set low, and its antennae are tucked back.

 He thinks for a minute before disappearing. He comes back seconds later with a cup of tea. "Chamomile.. dried it myself."

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from pallghost >>

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from pallghost >>

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from pallghost >>

*Opening characters*

Raphael is eating a donut

Greg is drinking coffee

Lazarus is whittling

Larry approaches, seeming much more composed. You are the one from yesterday. When we arrived.

 Raphael waves to them. Yes, I am them... You use the royal we?

What is royal? We are many. Thousands of krill. Millions of krill. One mind. The mind is Larry. The life is krill. And the body is on loan.

Raphael contemplates this. Krill, as in those from the sea?

Yes.

 What makes you come here?

Quote from TherenDotsk2 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

The smell of indica buds waft through the air and leads to the open screen door of a apothecary shop. Inside smells of many different herbs but also of strains of marijuana that grow in little decorative pots alongside the large bay window. The walls are lined with bottles and vials of herbal medication and dried flowers for other use. A young man stands behind the counter, a grin plastered on his face.

He has very pale skin that is tinted green, short hair that is colored green by mildew and moss, unfocused eyes that have dark circles around them, and blunt teeth in his mouth. He stand about 5'8 and is a bit on the chubby side. His good nature however makes up for it.

He stubs out a blunt that is between his fingers on a cat-shaped ashtray. A real cat, short black fur and stubby tail, sits on the checkout countertop, purring contently. 

 Phoenix walks in noticing all the drugs. He whistles, impressed.

 Ede waves, grinning. "Hiya there!" He says "Welcome to Bellflower's."

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

Quote from pallghost >>

Quote from Baalzeboop >>

 A large, older woman dressed in heavy furs walks past. She carries a pot with a lid and ladle in one hand and drags a bag of what sounds like bones in the other. She is continuously chewing something and has the kind of wrinkles that make one think she smiles often.

*Raphael would probably recognize that she's infected with some sort of magical disease.*

 Raphael walks over to them, smiling to them. "Are you alright, miss?"

 She has what seems to be an aura of pestilence that only Raphael can detect. She looks down to see the little "halfling." She smiles back. "Oh, no, I'm just out catching rabbits." She lifts the bag, causing it to rattle. "How about you?"

Raphael uses their solar healing touch on them

"I am alright. Time has been strange for me lately, for some reason."

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from Jobah619Official >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

The smell of indica buds waft through the air and leads to the open screen door of a apothecary shop. Inside smells of many different herbs but also of strains of marijuana that grow in little decorative pots alongside the large bay window. The walls are lined with bottles and vials of herbal medication and dried flowers for other use. A young man stands behind the counter, a grin plastered on his face.

He has very pale skin that is tinted green, short hair that is colored green by mildew and moss, unfocused eyes that have dark circles around them, and blunt teeth in his mouth. He stand about 5'8 and is a bit on the chubby side. His good nature however makes up for it.

He stubs out a blunt that is between his fingers on a cat-shaped ashtray. A real cat, short black fur and stubby tail, sits on the checkout countertop, purring contently. 

*this may prove devastating*

A thri-kreen, looking very unwell and tired, leans against the exterior wall.

 The man pokes his head out, smiling. "Hey there? You okie dokie?"

The thri-kreen shakes its head. On closer inspection, its carapace joints look brittle, its mouthparts are set low, and its antennae are tucked back.

 He thinks for a minute before disappearing. He comes back seconds later with a cup of tea. "Chamomile.. dried it myself."