Lord's Rest Inn

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Amongst the trees, walking across the grass with the white lily of the valley grows from where she steps. A beautiful woman walks through the forest, her long white hair falling down her shoulder and down to the ground like a cascading waterfall. Long deer antlers made of black bone sprout from the crown of her skull, dropped in black thorns and white roses. She wears a similar crown of black thorns with little white roses growing from it. She wears an ethereal white dress with silver jewelry spilling from her as if she was bathed in it. White doves coo quietly, sitting on her shoulders like trained pets. 

 Leaning down against one of the trees they can see an empty suit of armor, many colored runes etched into the steel of the finely crafted metal armor. Vines have wrapped into the armor and patches of moss have grown into it as well, the chest plate seems broken and yet held together by something magical. Some faint sound seemingly is coming from within, like slight snoring, but that couldn’t be right, armor doesn’t snore.

 She tilts her head, her body magically disappearing and reshifting back over to the front of the armor. She crouches down, speaking in olden celestial tongue fixed with Gaelic to the doves. They flutter down, hopping on the armors shoulders.

 The armor only shutters for a moment, nothing seemingly connecting the pieces of armor together, and yet they do not go too far from each other. The snoring does stop as a light blue begins to swirl within the chest plate as two eyes appear beneath the helm’s visor.

 She taps the forehead of the armor, smiling "Sleepyhead.. It is time to wake up. The world calls for you. The birds sing for you to open your eyes."

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Amongst the trees, walking across the grass with the white lily of the valley grows from where she steps. A beautiful woman walks through the forest, her long white hair falling down her shoulder and down to the ground like a cascading waterfall. Long deer antlers made of black bone sprout from the crown of her skull, dropped in black thorns and white roses. She wears a similar crown of black thorns with little white roses growing from it. She wears an ethereal white dress with silver jewelry spilling from her as if she was bathed in it. White doves coo quietly, sitting on her shoulders like trained pets. 

 *Morgana, perhaps?*

 *I do not believe so, Morgana not.*

 *ACTUALLY IT IS.*

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Amongst the trees, walking across the grass with the white lily of the valley grows from where she steps. A beautiful woman walks through the forest, her long white hair falling down her shoulder and down to the ground like a cascading waterfall. Long deer antlers made of black bone sprout from the crown of her skull, dropped in black thorns and white roses. She wears a similar crown of black thorns with little white roses growing from it. She wears an ethereal white dress with silver jewelry spilling from her as if she was bathed in it. White doves coo quietly, sitting on her shoulders like trained pets. 

 *Morgana, perhaps?*

 *I do not believe so, Morgana not.*

 *ACTUALLY IT IS.*

 *Dang, Morgana is.*

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 *Probably has something to do with my own backstory, but it's okay to have multiple characters with the same trauma so long as they have different coping mechanisms.*

*Have fun!*

 *Coping mechanisms are important indeed, I probably show some patterns of my own when it comes to characters, and they’re probably more obvious than yours. Anyway want to rp?*

 *Sure! You got anyone you wanna RP with, or are you not feeling like decisions right now? I'm good either way, but I don't have any ideas immediately.*

 *I would make a choice if you want me to, otherwise I don’t really have any opinion on who I want to play, maybe Prospero and the Highwayman would be fun considering his crimes, but idk.*

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Amongst the trees, walking across the grass with the white lily of the valley grows from where she steps. A beautiful woman walks through the forest, her long white hair falling down her shoulder and down to the ground like a cascading waterfall. Long deer antlers made of black bone sprout from the crown of her skull, dropped in black thorns and white roses. She wears a similar crown of black thorns with little white roses growing from it. She wears an ethereal white dress with silver jewelry spilling from her as if she was bathed in it. White doves coo quietly, sitting on her shoulders like trained pets. 

 Leaning down against one of the trees they can see an empty suit of armor, many colored runes etched into the steel of the finely crafted metal armor. Vines have wrapped into the armor and patches of moss have grown into it as well, the chest plate seems broken and yet held together by something magical. Some faint sound seemingly is coming from within, like slight snoring, but that couldn’t be right, armor doesn’t snore.

 She tilts her head, her body magically disappearing and reshifting back over to the front of the armor. She crouches down, speaking in olden celestial tongue fixed with Gaelic to the doves. They flutter down, hopping on the armors shoulders.

 The armor only shutters for a moment, nothing seemingly connecting the pieces of armor together, and yet they do not go too far from each other. The snoring does stop as a light blue begins to swirl within the chest plate as two eyes appear beneath the helm’s visor.

 She taps the forehead of the armor, smiling "Sleepyhead.. It is time to wake up. The world calls for you. The birds sing for you to open your eyes."

 The eyes focus, ethereal and swirling blue as an old man’s tired voice comes out “M- Morgana? Goddess of Life is that you? It’s been centuries.” He stands up, the vines and ethereal soul gathering his limbs together.

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Amongst the trees, walking across the grass with the white lily of the valley grows from where she steps. A beautiful woman walks through the forest, her long white hair falling down her shoulder and down to the ground like a cascading waterfall. Long deer antlers made of black bone sprout from the crown of her skull, dropped in black thorns and white roses. She wears a similar crown of black thorns with little white roses growing from it. She wears an ethereal white dress with silver jewelry spilling from her as if she was bathed in it. White doves coo quietly, sitting on her shoulders like trained pets. 

 Leaning down against one of the trees they can see an empty suit of armor, many colored runes etched into the steel of the finely crafted metal armor. Vines have wrapped into the armor and patches of moss have grown into it as well, the chest plate seems broken and yet held together by something magical. Some faint sound seemingly is coming from within, like slight snoring, but that couldn’t be right, armor doesn’t snore.

 She tilts her head, her body magically disappearing and reshifting back over to the front of the armor. She crouches down, speaking in olden celestial tongue fixed with Gaelic to the doves. They flutter down, hopping on the armors shoulders.

 The armor only shutters for a moment, nothing seemingly connecting the pieces of armor together, and yet they do not go too far from each other. The snoring does stop as a light blue begins to swirl within the chest plate as two eyes appear beneath the helm’s visor.

 She taps the forehead of the armor, smiling "Sleepyhead.. It is time to wake up. The world calls for you. The birds sing for you to open your eyes."

 The eyes focus, ethereal and swirling blue as an old man’s tired voice comes out “M- Morgana? Goddess of Life is that you? It’s been centuries.” He stands up, the vines and ethereal soul gathering his limbs together.

 She smiles, crouching on her cloven hooves, she reaches out, touching their chin "Indeed little one. How beautiful it is to see you."