Lord's Rest Inn

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*Anybody want to rp with- The Graverobber, The Leper, The Highwayman, The Bounty Hunter, The Crusader, The Abomination, The Houndmaster, The Man at Arms, The Jester, or The Hellion? Or Damian, Sanviento, Ragnerious, Grove, or someone even more rare among my characters?*

*Give me a Sanviento and a Houndmaster*

 *I got you, with extra sauce.*

 Sanviento is flying over the town on his twin pairs of angelic wings, writing in his journal at the same time. He is wearing a white and golden suit, looking absolutely fabulous.

 The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the Inn with his dog, Bernard, just cleaning the blood out of his teeth and fur from their most recent adventure.

Thirteen is watching him from the ground, his eyes going from Sanviento to a page of his own journal over and over again. “Strange…” He mutters to himself.

The Faceless Flesh is dragging itself back toward the Inn, its eye retracted so it can’t see the hound and its master. However, it is made of delicious eldritch meat that would probably be appealing to any predator.

 Sanviento looks down to them, floating down slowly. Upon hitting the ground walking over to the fellow scientist, putting on his circular glasses, slightly tinted golden as well.

 Bernard shakes at the sight of the creature, having bitten into eldritch meat before, and obviously having a liking to it. He holds his dog carefully, calming them down.

“Hello good sir.” Thirteen bows obligingly.

The Flesh extrudes its eye, looking at Bernard warily. The cloth of the bag at its end ripples slightly as it rears up.

 San returns the bow “Hello there, why were you looking at me strangely exactly? Not offended, but curious.”

 The Houndmaster looks at creature, before moving Bernard away and coming over to them and examining them more closely, curiously.

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*His name is Sir René Theaux Le Beau and he is an Inquisitor for the Royal Guards of Duke Io, the Duke of Thallis. While traveling at night, René got lost. The Duke ended up getting accidently robbed and then it went south from there and was killed. René blames himself for not being there and is trying to redeem himself. He is stubborn to a fault and will never accept help no matter what. He refuses to get close to anyone ever, always a ting angry or cold to drive them away.*

*Anyways, that was my ramble... Good day.*

 *ahhh, i love that!*

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*Anybody want to rp with- The Graverobber, The Leper, The Highwayman, The Bounty Hunter, The Crusader, The Abomination, The Houndmaster, The Man at Arms, The Jester, or The Hellion? Or Damian, Sanviento, Ragnerious, Grove, or someone even more rare among my characters?*

*Give me a Sanviento and a Houndmaster*

 *I got you, with extra sauce.*

 Sanviento is flying over the town on his twin pairs of angelic wings, writing in his journal at the same time. He is wearing a white and golden suit, looking absolutely fabulous.

 The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the Inn with his dog, Bernard, just cleaning the blood out of his teeth and fur from their most recent adventure.

Thirteen is watching him from the ground, his eyes going from Sanviento to a page of his own journal over and over again. “Strange…” He mutters to himself.

The Faceless Flesh is dragging itself back toward the Inn, its eye retracted so it can’t see the hound and its master. However, it is made of delicious eldritch meat that would probably be appealing to any predator.

 Sanviento looks down to them, floating down slowly. Upon hitting the ground walking over to the fellow scientist, putting on his circular glasses, slightly tinted golden as well.

 Bernard shakes at the sight of the creature, having bitten into eldritch meat before, and obviously having a liking to it. He holds his dog carefully, calming them down.

“Hello good sir.” Thirteen bows obligingly.

The Flesh extrudes its eye, looking at Bernard warily. The cloth of the bag at its end ripples slightly as it rears up.

 San returns the bow “Hello there, why were you looking at me strangely exactly? Not offended, but curious.”

 The Houndmaster looks at creature, before moving Bernard away and coming over to them and examining them more closely, curiously.

“Oh, forgive me for that. Nothing more than an old man’s paranoia. I saw you from above and couldn’t discern your appearance properly, and I thought you were someone I knew.”

It stares back at him. Whether it is afraid or daring him to try and attack is completely unknowable.

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*I made Wendigo cry, but it's all good now I think.*

*I will avoid doing that in the future.*

 *I don’t need the context, as long as Wendigo is good now. Care about yall.*

 *Felix said he didn't care if William was in danger.*

*Wendi is now making Spy from TF2. The comics version.*

 *Didnt need the context but good to know, and that’s insane for Felix to say with how nice he is.*

 *That is amazing.*

 *My reasoning:*

*In Felix's eyes, William abandoned him and forced Felix to kill him, one of three people who loved him. Ever. Felix, in his own eyes, was kind in bringing him back at all.*

*Felix has no real beef with William, but William is going to have to make it up to the guy if he survives. Basically, Felix went above and beyond for a cannibalistic murderer, and that murderer betrayed him.*

*On top of this, Felix trusts that William can handle what's coming, or he wouldn't have survived this long. He's been dependent on Felix for so long and still failed to trust him.*

*Felix is being an ass, but it's not without reason.*

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*His name is Sir René Theaux Le Beau and he is an Inquisitor for the Royal Guards of Duke Io, the Duke of Thallis. While traveling at night, René got lost. The Duke ended up getting accidently robbed and then it went south from there and was killed. René blames himself for not being there and is trying to redeem himself. He is stubborn to a fault and will never accept help no matter what. He refuses to get close to anyone ever, always a ting angry or cold to drive them away.*

*Anyways, that was my ramble... Good day.*

*this is so cool*

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*Anybody want to rp with- The Graverobber, The Leper, The Highwayman, The Bounty Hunter, The Crusader, The Abomination, The Houndmaster, The Man at Arms, The Jester, or The Hellion? Or Damian, Sanviento, Ragnerious, Grove, or someone even more rare among my characters?*

*Give me a Sanviento and a Houndmaster*

 *I got you, with extra sauce.*

 Sanviento is flying over the town on his twin pairs of angelic wings, writing in his journal at the same time. He is wearing a white and golden suit, looking absolutely fabulous.

 The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the Inn with his dog, Bernard, just cleaning the blood out of his teeth and fur from their most recent adventure.

Thirteen is watching him from the ground, his eyes going from Sanviento to a page of his own journal over and over again. “Strange…” He mutters to himself.

The Faceless Flesh is dragging itself back toward the Inn, its eye retracted so it can’t see the hound and its master. However, it is made of delicious eldritch meat that would probably be appealing to any predator.

 Sanviento looks down to them, floating down slowly. Upon hitting the ground walking over to the fellow scientist, putting on his circular glasses, slightly tinted golden as well.

 Bernard shakes at the sight of the creature, having bitten into eldritch meat before, and obviously having a liking to it. He holds his dog carefully, calming them down.

“Hello good sir.” Thirteen bows obligingly.

The Flesh extrudes its eye, looking at Bernard warily. The cloth of the bag at its end ripples slightly as it rears up.

 San returns the bow “Hello there, why were you looking at me strangely exactly? Not offended, but curious.”

 The Houndmaster looks at creature, before moving Bernard away and coming over to them and examining them more closely, curiously.

“Oh, forgive me for that. Nothing more than an old man’s paranoia. I saw you from above and couldn’t discern your appearance properly, and I thought you were someone I knew.”

It stares back at him. Whether it is afraid or daring him to try and attack is completely unknowable.