Lord's Rest Inn

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It has begun to rain, fat cold raindrops splattering down from dark clouds hiding heaven. The sounds of pounding machinery are audible, mixed with... piano music.

A massive vehicle, a veritable monolith of steel, is walking out of the water. It is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, but lumpy and misshapen, and with many portholes shining like spotlights, swiveling like massive glowing eyes. Spider-like legs stomp, careful not to step on anything or anyone. A lanky man in a strange uniform sits atop the mountainous machine, playing a piano while dressed in something between a captain's and a chef's uniform.

Eventually, the man stops playing and the machine stops walking. It hunkers down and the platform the man is on lowers down into the leviathan. A mouth-like orifice opens, and a metal gangplank extends like an absurdly long tongue, the captain-chef walking down with a stride that is both casual and dramatic.

 *Now a chance to intro a character of mine that I've made.*

As he steps down, he can see a light fog creeping across the ground. On the edge of the pier sits a creature. It body is mostly made of shadows but long spindly arms peek out from it like a carapace. It's head is basically one long mouth from top to bottom, with needle like teeth poking out akin to a crocodile smile. It holds a long pipe in one hand made of precious lead that has the source of the fog creeping out of it. 

"I thought I smelled fish" it said, it's entire body turning slowly to face him "The good kind, like fatty halibut, not the sardiney kind.."

 The chef looks over. His eyes are dark and emotionless. "There's no point in buying the cheap stuff when you can get the expensive stuff yourself. All our ingredients are as fresh as possible, having been either caught or grown on board. Halibut is, of course, on the menu, if that is what you desire."

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Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him. 

William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.

Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.

Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”

 She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters

Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”

 She shrugs "I've been everywhere.."

“So you’re a world-wise traveler? How intriguing. What brings you here?”

 "I don't know... I've been walking for awhile and I just.. ended up here.." she said.

“Well you’re in luck, because I live here as well and I’m a world-class chef! And I’m hoping for a unique perspective on one of my newest culinary experiments!”

 "Every chef thinks their world class.." she rolls her eyes 

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It has begun to rain, fat cold raindrops splattering down from dark clouds hiding heaven. The sounds of pounding machinery are audible, mixed with... piano music.

A massive vehicle, a veritable monolith of steel, is walking out of the water. It is shaped like an upside-down teardrop, but lumpy and misshapen, and with many portholes shining like spotlights, swiveling like massive glowing eyes. Spider-like legs stomp, careful not to step on anything or anyone. A lanky man in a strange uniform sits atop the mountainous machine, playing a piano while dressed in something between a captain's and a chef's uniform.

Eventually, the man stops playing and the machine stops walking. It hunkers down and the platform the man is on lowers down into the leviathan. A mouth-like orifice opens, and a metal gangplank extends like an absurdly long tongue, the captain-chef walking down with a stride that is both casual and dramatic.

 *Now a chance to intro a character of mine that I've made.*

As he steps down, he can see a light fog creeping across the ground. On the edge of the pier sits a creature. It body is mostly made of shadows but long spindly arms peek out from it like a carapace. It's head is basically one long mouth from top to bottom, with needle like teeth poking out akin to a crocodile smile. It holds a long pipe in one hand made of precious lead that has the source of the fog creeping out of it. 

"I thought I smelled fish" it said, it's entire body turning slowly to face him "The good kind, like fatty halibut, not the sardiney kind.."

 The chef looks over. His eyes are dark and emotionless. "There's no point in buying the cheap stuff when you can get the expensive stuff yourself. All our ingredients are as fresh as possible, having been either caught or grown on board. Halibut is, of course, on the menu, if that is what you desire."

 It lumbers over, sniffing him with it's mouth, like a snake "I am in no shape to eat.. falling apart at the seams I am." It laughs, like sandpaper over flesh.

*Dead By Daylight wants me to buy Nicolas Cage but I want Alan Wake.*

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Donn is outside, digging in the dirt. A body with a black shroud lies beside him, wrapped neatly and secured with a bouquet of white lilies lying on top. Golden tears stream down his fur as he digs what appears to be a grave. If anybody within ten of him approaches, they see giant spectral cats with twin tails lying beside him, purring while trying to comfort him. 

William is fixing tomato's in his kitchen as servers bustle around him, carrying food out to tables and washing dishes. He hums to himself as he does.

Loren is smoking outside the tavern, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette.

Mauric hangs upside down off of the gable behind her. “Whatcha doing?”

 She jumps and looks up "Nothing.." she mutters

Mauric releases the edge of the roof and falls to the ground, grinning. “Fair enough. Are you new around here?”

 She shrugs "I've been everywhere.."

“So you’re a world-wise traveler? How intriguing. What brings you here?”

 "I don't know... I've been walking for awhile and I just.. ended up here.." she said.

“Well you’re in luck, because I live here as well and I’m a world-class chef! And I’m hoping for a unique perspective on one of my newest culinary experiments!”

 "Every chef thinks their world class.." she rolls her eyes 

“Critics had consistently verified me! At least, until I went bankrupt… but that’s unimportant!”

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 *Now a chance to intro a character of mine that I've made.*

As he steps down, he can see a light fog creeping across the ground. On the edge of the pier sits a creature. It body is mostly made of shadows but long spindly arms peek out from it like a carapace. It's head is basically one long mouth from top to bottom, with needle like teeth poking out akin to a crocodile smile. It holds a long pipe in one hand made of precious lead that has the source of the fog creeping out of it. 

"I thought I smelled fish" it said, it's entire body turning slowly to face him "The good kind, like fatty halibut, not the sardiney kind.."

 The chef looks over. His eyes are dark and emotionless. "There's no point in buying the cheap stuff when you can get the expensive stuff yourself. All our ingredients are as fresh as possible, having been either caught or grown on board. Halibut is, of course, on the menu, if that is what you desire."

 It lumbers over, sniffing him with it's mouth, like a snake "I am in no shape to eat.. falling apart at the seams I am." It laughs, like sandpaper over flesh.

 The chef doesn't flinch. The only part of his body that moves is his mouth. "Well, we offer many services. Spellcasting, healing, baths, tailoring, and various sources of entertainment for adults, children, and anyone in-between." He sighs slightly, his body finally moving. "But if your intent is to harm my guests, I insist you speak with someone else."