Lord's Rest Inn

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*Baal, open characters?*

 *Right now I wanna try out my newest character, Josiah Bennett, a living barbecue wickerman. Would you be okay with playing with him? I can't think of anything for Sytosc to do.*

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 She shrugs and then points to the inky darkness in the water. 

A small, timid voice fills his head <Papa said this place is nice so I swam up!>

Lazarus wades in the water, thinking

"Papa?"

 She nods, grinning a chipped tooth smile.

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*Anyway: Princess.*

 

Erebus sleeps in the darkness of minds, the little shadows that call out to you. The comforting world as you close your eyes. He knows what you fear but also knows what you love. He has watched kingdoms fall, rise, and fall once more. His eyes have watched as his sister and brothers formed the sky, the seas, the world. It was beautiful and he wanted to create something of his own. 

From threads of gold and a heart made of bronze, he forged a daughter. He named her Fos, his light. She was nothing compared to other gods and such but to him, she was a princess. 

Her skin was the same inky blackness of her father's. Her arms long and skeletal with sinews holding them together like string. She had a long tail, twice the length of her body that was fitted with glowing golden scales. Her eyes were large and pitch black to see in the dark realm of her father's. While she had a face, it wasn't actually used for anything other than talking. Her real mouth was along the expanse of her stomach, giant gaping thing that sensed the wavering movement of creatures in the dark and gulped them down with needle-like teeth. 

Fos was odd to say the least, but what do you expect from the daughter of Darkness.

 

Something bubbles to the surface of the lake near the tavern, like a puddle of ink spreading out across the watery surface. A small head pops out from the inky waters, looking around with large black eyes ins curious manner. Long silver hair floats around like a halo.

Caramel, who had been looking for fish to nonlethally torment, sees this. She meows loudly to the person.

 They blink and grin, waving a webbed hand.

She motions with one paw for the person to get closer.

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 It tastes like applewood smoke and charred barbecue sauce. Spicy, sweet, savory. The wickerman doesn't seem offended by this. "My name is Josiah Bennett."

 She runs her small hands over his clawed hand, fascinated. She doesn't let him go either, clinging him like a little koala would. She giggles, but it sounds more like a gurgle. 

 "What is your name?" He turns his claw over, letting her examine it.

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*Baal, open characters?*

 *Right now I wanna try out my newest character, Josiah Bennett, a living barbecue wickerman. Would you be okay with playing with him? I can't think of anything for Sytosc to do.*

 *Sure*

Raphael is knitting

Meroving is skipping rocks

Lazarus is swimming

Greg is drinking some coffee

Throden-Ihtros is going for a walk

Yossele is reading up on tattoos

*Where is Josiah?*

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*Anyway: Princess.*

 

Erebus sleeps in the darkness of minds, the little shadows that call out to you. The comforting world as you close your eyes. He knows what you fear but also knows what you love. He has watched kingdoms fall, rise, and fall once more. His eyes have watched as his sister and brothers formed the sky, the seas, the world. It was beautiful and he wanted to create something of his own. 

From threads of gold and a heart made of bronze, he forged a daughter. He named her Fos, his light. She was nothing compared to other gods and such but to him, she was a princess. 

Her skin was the same inky blackness of her father's. Her arms long and skeletal with sinews holding them together like string. She had a long tail, twice the length of her body that was fitted with glowing golden scales. Her eyes were large and pitch black to see in the dark realm of her father's. While she had a face, it wasn't actually used for anything other than talking. Her real mouth was along the expanse of her stomach, giant gaping thing that sensed the wavering movement of creatures in the dark and gulped them down with needle-like teeth. 

Fos was odd to say the least, but what do you expect from the daughter of Darkness.

 

Something bubbles to the surface of the lake near the tavern, like a puddle of ink spreading out across the watery surface. A small head pops out from the inky waters, looking around with large black eyes ins curious manner. Long silver hair floats around like a halo.

Caramel, who had been looking for fish to nonlethally torment, sees this. She meows loudly to the person.

 They blink and grin, waving a webbed hand.

She motions with one paw for the person to get closer.

 She swims over a bit. A small, timid telepathic voice enters Caramels head. <Hello!>

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 She shrugs and then points to the inky darkness in the water. 

A small, timid voice fills his head <Papa said this place is nice so I swam up!>

Lazarus wades in the water, thinking

"Papa?"

 She nods, grinning a chipped tooth smile.