A russet-skinned esshiri man in a crisp tan tunic and leather slacks enters the Inn. He has curly hair, a faint beard, and a severely scarred left eye and cheek, as though slashed by some kind of large talon. At his belt is a shortsword with a silvery ring fused to the pommel.
An Arctic Kitsune sits in the east corner, facing the entrance, leaning his chair against the wall. He appears to be sleeping, but it is obvious, he is waiting. His eyes are piercing blue, and his fur is snow white, with some patches around his muzzle and eyes missing, the fur that does remain around his muzzle is stained a very light pink.
*it begins*
As Klei enters, he gives a small start, surprised by the sudden presence. “Oh. Hi!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A russet-skinned esshiri man in a crisp tan tunic and leather slacks enters the Inn. He has curly hair, a faint beard, and a severely scarred left eye and cheek, as though slashed by some kind of large talon. At his belt is a shortsword with a silvery ring fused to the pommel.
An Arctic Kitsune sits in the east corner, facing the entrance, leaning his chair against the wall. He appears to be sleeping, but it is obvious, he is waiting. His eyes are piercing blue, and his fur is snow white, with some patches around his muzzle and eyes missing, the fur that does remain around his muzzle is stained a very light pink.
*it begins*
As Klei enters, he gives a small start, surprised by the sudden presence. “Oh. Hi!”
*this is gonna get gay as hell and I'm all for it*
He gently leans forward, letting the chair hit on all fours. He stands up, potions back clinking "Hiya! Welcome to Lord's Rest! I'm Jax, sorry, our bartender's out right now, with her paws all over a tiefling" He sticks his tongue out briefly in disgust after speaking the word tiefling.
*oh. i probably should have clarified beforehand: klei is straight.*
“Oh, so you’re racist? Good to know.” He says coolly.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
A russet-skinned esshiri man in a crisp tan tunic and leather slacks enters the Inn. He has curly hair, a faint beard, and a severely scarred left eye and cheek, as though slashed by some kind of large talon. At his belt is a shortsword with a silvery ring fused to the pommel.
An Arctic Kitsune sits in the east corner, facing the entrance, leaning his chair against the wall. He appears to be sleeping, but it is obvious, he is waiting. His eyes are piercing blue, and his fur is snow white, with some patches around his muzzle and eyes missing, the fur that does remain around his muzzle is stained a very light pink.
*it begins*
As Klei enters, he gives a small start, surprised by the sudden presence. “Oh. Hi!”
*this is gonna get gay as hell and I'm all for it*
He gently leans forward, letting the chair hit on all fours. He stands up, potions back clinking "Hiya! Welcome to Lord's Rest! I'm Jax, sorry, our bartender's out right now, with her paws all over a tiefling" He sticks his tongue out briefly in disgust after speaking the word tiefling.
*oh. i probably should have clarified beforehand: klei is straight.*
“Oh, so you’re racist? Good to know.” He says coolly.
*f[GP]ck now I gotta dig for another... I hate you (/j)*
*uhhhh okay retcon, same sh*t but instead of Jax it's* A brown and black wolf with a foxish grin, purple eyes, and travelers gear. She is short, standing at 5'7", but robust and carries herself with confidence and she's not racist and doesn't gag, instead says the bartender is out on a personal matter. says her name is Reese
*back from shower*
“Oh, that’s okay.” He smiles at her. “I’m not here for drinks. I’m here on business.”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Amaranth is experimenting with dead flesh to see which she can graft on to her burns to make it look normal. Thank God for her studies in necromancy or this would look disgusting.
Amphitrite is swimming in the ocean, tracking the stars with her crystal. She has shape shifted herself into a mer-creature.
Axis is tearing into a steak, his goblin children eating little corn muffins. The werewolf is decked out in bone jewelry that clashes with his stark black fur.
Amaranth is experimenting with dead flesh to see which she can graft on to her burns to make it look normal. Thank God for her studies in necromancy or this would look disgusting.
Amphitrite is swimming in the ocean, tracking the stars with her crystal. She has shape shifted herself into a mer-creature.
Axis is tearing into a steak, his goblin children eating little corn muffins. The werewolf is decked out in bone jewelry that clashes with his stark black fur.
*Hey Wendi!*
There is the loud sound of something large moving toward her. When she looks (or whatever it is she decides to do), she sees a massive gnoll decked out in finery, his suit and fur all white, black, and bright red. "Is that meat I smell? Ha! That's hardly good grafting flesh, Ma'am! As the King of Meat, I should know!" Comes his deep, southern voice.
Amaranth is experimenting with dead flesh to see which she can graft on to her burns to make it look normal. Thank God for her studies in necromancy or this would look disgusting.
Amphitrite is swimming in the ocean, tracking the stars with her crystal. She has shape shifted herself into a mer-creature.
Axis is tearing into a steak, his goblin children eating little corn muffins. The werewolf is decked out in bone jewelry that clashes with his stark black fur.
Jax, swimming for fish to eat, runs snout-long into Amphitrite and shoots backwards, panicked
Amphitrite's large black eyes narrow as she is bumped into. Her tails flick back and forth under the water, displeased "Watch where you are going."
Amaranth is experimenting with dead flesh to see which she can graft on to her burns to make it look normal. Thank God for her studies in necromancy or this would look disgusting.
Amphitrite is swimming in the ocean, tracking the stars with her crystal. She has shape shifted herself into a mer-creature.
Axis is tearing into a steak, his goblin children eating little corn muffins. The werewolf is decked out in bone jewelry that clashes with his stark black fur.
*Hey Wendi!*
There is the loud sound of something large moving toward her. When she looks (or whatever it is she decides to do), she sees a massive gnoll decked out in finery, his suit and fur all white, black, and bright red. "Is that meat I smell? Ha! That's hardly good grafting flesh, Ma'am! As the King of Meat, I should know!" Comes his deep, southern voice.
*Baal! I have good news! I got another job! This one is much better! I get to work at a nature center!*
She looks over, her eyebrow raising. Her multiple tails flick to the side, her ears lowering "Rude to appear on a lady when she is applying dead skin to her own" she said, turning away. But to grab a shirt.
Amaranth is experimenting with dead flesh to see which she can graft on to her burns to make it look normal. Thank God for her studies in necromancy or this would look disgusting.
Amphitrite is swimming in the ocean, tracking the stars with her crystal. She has shape shifted herself into a mer-creature.
Axis is tearing into a steak, his goblin children eating little corn muffins. The werewolf is decked out in bone jewelry that clashes with his stark black fur.
Jax, swimming for fish to eat, runs snout-long into Amphitrite and shoots backwards, panicked
Amphitrite's large black eyes narrow as she is bumped into. Her tails flick back and forth under the water, displeased "Watch where you are going."
He rubs his snout with his paws "Sorry, the water's not my natural habitat, plus, you looked like dinner."
She snorts "No, I'm not dinner." She said and tilted her head. She waves a hand and water swirls around them into a whirlpool. Fish, hundreds of them, glittering, suddenly are caught in it. She gestures to it "There."
*it begins*
As Klei enters, he gives a small start, surprised by the sudden presence. “Oh. Hi!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*oh. i probably should have clarified beforehand: klei is straight.*
“Oh, so you’re racist? Good to know.” He says coolly.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*back from shower*
“Oh, that’s okay.” He smiles at her. “I’m not here for drinks. I’m here on business.”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
“Meeting with members of my guild. I’m a warlock.” He takes out the shortsword, the ring attached to it glimmering eerily.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
Klei looks slightly confused. “…Tracking?”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Switcheroo*
Amaranth is experimenting with dead flesh to see which she can graft on to her burns to make it look normal. Thank God for her studies in necromancy or this would look disgusting.
Amphitrite is swimming in the ocean, tracking the stars with her crystal. She has shape shifted herself into a mer-creature.
Axis is tearing into a steak, his goblin children eating little corn muffins. The werewolf is decked out in bone jewelry that clashes with his stark black fur.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Hey Wendi!*
There is the loud sound of something large moving toward her. When she looks (or whatever it is she decides to do), she sees a massive gnoll decked out in finery, his suit and fur all white, black, and bright red. "Is that meat I smell? Ha! That's hardly good grafting flesh, Ma'am! As the King of Meat, I should know!" Comes his deep, southern voice.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Amphitrite's large black eyes narrow as she is bumped into. Her tails flick back and forth under the water, displeased "Watch where you are going."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Baal! I have good news! I got another job! This one is much better! I get to work at a nature center!*
She looks over, her eyebrow raising. Her multiple tails flick to the side, her ears lowering "Rude to appear on a lady when she is applying dead skin to her own" she said, turning away. But to grab a shirt.
*Amaranth is a Yokai called a Nekomata.*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
She snorts "No, I'm not dinner." She said and tilted her head. She waves a hand and water swirls around them into a whirlpool. Fish, hundreds of them, glittering, suddenly are caught in it. She gestures to it "There."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘