Lord's Rest Inn

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Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.

Mauric is sitting on the roof above him, looking down at him absentmindedly.

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Honey is currently out in the fields, carefully handpicking a variety of beautiful flowers that she plans to press later. Her outfit is both stylish and practical, consisting of a form-fitting black bodycon dress with elegant lace detailing, paired with comfortable shorts and her favorite cozy green cardigan.

Father Luciano is inside the tranquil temple, carefully placing incense around the windows. He is adorned in his customary white and silver robes, with the medallion of Morgana proudly hanging around his neck.

Stroth is seated at a table in the bustling tavern, clad in a black tank top and shorts as she grumbles about the cacophony drowning out any chance of catching some shut-eye.

 

 Honey finds someone in heavy armor sitting under a tree, a single white lily in their hand as they look to the distance. The closer they look they can see signs of deep leprosy, so much that their fate has long been sealed, and yet by some miracle they still live.

 They find someone you wouldn’t exact to find in the temple, just trying to get a talk with Morgana. Damian is standing at one of the altars, trying to invite the goddess of life to his wedding.

 They see in the unnaturally dark corner sits a vampire, their body seemingly sculpted by the greatest artist to ever hold a chisel, sitting alone, sipping an ice water, and playing Pokémon Emerald.

 Honey raises a brow, dropping down. She walks over and crouches down "Hello?" She asked, tilting her head. 

Luciano raises a brow and walks over "Hello there, welcome." He bows "How may I help thou?"

Stroth narrows her eyes and grumbles, sitting up "What the hells.."

 The Leper turns their head to them, their flesh peeling off at the simple act, but a smile on their face, the voice of a kind man coming out “Hello.”

 Damian turns to them and returns the gesture out of respect “I just wanted to ask Morgana if she wanted to come visit again, and be at my wedding.”

 He doesn’t hear her, and continues to play through Pokémon Emerald, currently fighting the psychic gym leaders.

 She smiles softly "How are you?" She asks. 

"Ah, she came to you personally?" He asked, smiling "She is a fickled goddess" he nodded and looked up at her statue. 

She walks over, staring down at them, poking them.

 He returns the smile “I am doing well, simply remembering days gone past.”

 “She came to the Inn, I simply happened to meet her by chance. I just thought it was worth asking.” He says, smiling at the statue.

 Upon being poked they look up to her, and flinch away “Ah.” 

 "Bad or good?" She asks.

He chuckles "She is listening, do not worry my friend." he said, nodding. 

She grins "Hiya."

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Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.

Mauric is sitting on the roof above him, looking down at him absentmindedly.

 He stands up, stuffing the paper it in the pocket of his duster.

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*Characters*

Honey is currently out in the fields, carefully handpicking a variety of beautiful flowers that she plans to press later. Her outfit is both stylish and practical, consisting of a form-fitting black bodycon dress with elegant lace detailing, paired with comfortable shorts and her favorite cozy green cardigan.

Father Luciano is inside the tranquil temple, carefully placing incense around the windows. He is adorned in his customary white and silver robes, with the medallion of Morgana proudly hanging around his neck.

Stroth is seated at a table in the bustling tavern, clad in a black tank top and shorts as she grumbles about the cacophony drowning out any chance of catching some shut-eye.

 

 Honey finds someone in heavy armor sitting under a tree, a single white lily in their hand as they look to the distance. The closer they look they can see signs of deep leprosy, so much that their fate has long been sealed, and yet by some miracle they still live.

 They find someone you wouldn’t exact to find in the temple, just trying to get a talk with Morgana. Damian is standing at one of the altars, trying to invite the goddess of life to his wedding.

 They see in the unnaturally dark corner sits a vampire, their body seemingly sculpted by the greatest artist to ever hold a chisel, sitting alone, sipping an ice water, and playing Pokémon Emerald.

 Honey raises a brow, dropping down. She walks over and crouches down "Hello?" She asked, tilting her head. 

Luciano raises a brow and walks over "Hello there, welcome." He bows "How may I help thou?"

Stroth narrows her eyes and grumbles, sitting up "What the hells.."

 The Leper turns their head to them, their flesh peeling off at the simple act, but a smile on their face, the voice of a kind man coming out “Hello.”

 Damian turns to them and returns the gesture out of respect “I just wanted to ask Morgana if she wanted to come visit again, and be at my wedding.”

 He doesn’t hear her, and continues to play through Pokémon Emerald, currently fighting the psychic gym leaders.

 She smiles softly "How are you?" She asks. 

"Ah, she came to you personally?" He asked, smiling "She is a fickled goddess" he nodded and looked up at her statue. 

She walks over, staring down at them, poking them.

 He returns the smile “I am doing well, simply remembering days gone past.”

 “She came to the Inn, I simply happened to meet her by chance. I just thought it was worth asking.” He says, smiling at the statue.

 Upon being poked they look up to her, and flinch away “Ah.” 

 "Bad or good?" She asks.

He chuckles "She is listening, do not worry my friend." he said, nodding. 

She grins "Hiya."

 “Days as good as these ones, which would mean amazing.” He says, looking to the white lily.

 He takes a deep breath and sighs “Thank you, it’s hard to tell when most gods hate you.” He chuckles and holds out a hand “Damian.”

 He leans back “Hello, who are you?”

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*Characters*

Honey is currently out in the fields, carefully handpicking a variety of beautiful flowers that she plans to press later. Her outfit is both stylish and practical, consisting of a form-fitting black bodycon dress with elegant lace detailing, paired with comfortable shorts and her favorite cozy green cardigan.

Father Luciano is inside the tranquil temple, carefully placing incense around the windows. He is adorned in his customary white and silver robes, with the medallion of Morgana proudly hanging around his neck.

Stroth is seated at a table in the bustling tavern, clad in a black tank top and shorts as she grumbles about the cacophony drowning out any chance of catching some shut-eye.

 

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A prominent wanted poster can be seen all over town, offering a hefty reward of ten thousand bottle caps for the capture of a man known as 'Hancock'. This infamous figure is a Ghoul who commands a group of minutemen stationed just beyond the town's borders. Renowned for smuggling scarce goods into and out of the town, Hancock has become a source of worry for both local authorities and residents. 

Just outside the dimly lit tavern, a rugged man dressed in weathered brown leathers catches sight of a wanted poster nailed to the wall. He adjusts the wide-brimmed hat on his head, casting a shadow over his eyes. "Well well well.. that's a face I 'avent seen in awhile," he mutters, taking a long drag from his cigar. As he looks up, a faint glint of recognition crosses his features. His weathered hand reaches out to stub out the cigar, leaving a distinct mark against the aged wood of the chair he occupies.

The Faceless Flesh drags itself into the temple, looking around blindly.

Riotan walks into the inn nonchalantly, and instantly the room around Stroth goes utterly silent.

 Luciano blinks, walking over and picking it up "Hello there."

She grumbles "Thank you."

The Flesh attempts to wriggle free of Luciano’s grip, but seeing as it can’t exit the bag, it simply writhes in vain.

“No problem.” He grins. “Mind if I sit?”