Lord's Rest Inn

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*chracters*

Thirteen is placing seals on the exterior walls of the Inn.

Mauric has finished the base of Damian’s cake and is now trying to work out structural details and a theme of design.

Loriche is strapping barrels of alchemist’s fire reagents to her siege engine.

Riotan is looking for Felix.

 *I have made new characters! You can choose who you wanna interact with them!*

The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.

The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.

As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.

*yooo this is so cool*

Loriche is on top of the 20-foot behemoth of wood and iron, and sees the pair. She waves energetically to them and clambers down the lattice.

 The woman waves back while her companion stays quiet.

Once down to about six feet up, she jumps off the side and lands on her feet. “What brings you folks to this neck of the woods?” She asks.

 *Sorry. was eating lunch*

Helena smiles. "Vacation."

*no problem. what’d you eat?*

She smiles back. “Oh, wonderful! Just coming out for a break, then, or looking to visit anything in particular?”

 *they had pancakes, eggs, a sausage, and potatoes*

"Just a break." she says with a smile

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*Snippet for the forest gang*

"I am... well, you needn't know my name."

They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.

One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.

"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."

 The Tarnished keeps his sword steady, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. Helena looks slightly afraid.

She seems to be reveling in the fear she causes, though not doing anything to harm. "What's wrong? You two seemed so curious before. Go on, ask your questions. I don't bite... not unprompted, anyway."

Omori is cowering back at the gateway.

 *Sorry was eatin lunch*

The Tarnished stays unfearful. Helena speaks, "What are you...?"

*It's all good, friend. :)*

"Well, I was a regular ol' human once, but that got boring real fast. So, I climbed my way up the warlock-patron food chain, and somewhere along the way, became the eldritch being currently standing before you!"

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"I am... well, you needn't know my name."

They see a rather menacing figure emerge from the gateway. They appear humanoid, but there is a strong sense that they are actually anything but. She has long black tentacle 'hair' similar to Omori, as well as piercing yellow eyes that are the only bit of color across their entire being that isn't greyscale. Her needle-like teeth, which seem like they were deliberately sharpened, are displayed in a wicked grin. She wears long black robes that are stained with blood.

One second, she is standing atop the stone the portal was created upon- and in the blink of an eye, she is only a few feet from the two. Omori is in silent terror the entire time.

"All you need to know is that I'm moving in."

 The Tarnished keeps his sword steady, his facial expression hidden behind his helmet. Helena looks slightly afraid.

She seems to be reveling in the fear she causes, though not doing anything to harm. "What's wrong? You two seemed so curious before. Go on, ask your questions. I don't bite... not unprompted, anyway."

Omori is cowering back at the gateway.

 *Sorry was eatin lunch*

The Tarnished stays unfearful. Helena speaks, "What are you...?"

*It's all good, friend. :)*

"Well, I was a regular ol' human once, but that got boring real fast. So, I climbed my way up the warlock-patron food chain, and somewhere along the way, became the eldritch being currently standing before you!"

 The Tarnished grumbles a bit under his armor, raising his shield a bit higher

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 Attar decides to approach him. "Hello there. That is quite a lot of poison you are splashing around. Is everything okay?"

"No." He still doesn't look up. "I'm pondering right now."

“Poison? No, not exactly. It dries quick, and then the only danger would be if someone were to lick the seals. Green dragon blood is the best option for the rendering of mental protection glyphs, due to the green dragon’s innate beguiling and weakening abilities that suffuse even its blood being reversed by the arcane energy flow to form strong mental barriers.” He says quickly.

“I just want that life fragment back. I mean, I’ve been good for a whole week! What more do you want of me? I have no ill intent toward you and swear to not harm you. Unlike you, I keep my promises.”

 "I see. What in particular are you warding against? I might be able to help."

"I never promised you anything." Felix snaps. "Never. Not once." He tosses the life fragment at Riotan. "You made that up, then attacked my character with it. Shut up and piss off."

Thirteen closes the jar tightly, making sure no fumes can escape. “I have reason to believe that several powerful and omnicidal eldritch beings are currently hiding themselves in ethereal overlap zones in or around this building.”

Riotan picks it up carefully. He shrugs. “If a method works, it works. Ta-ta, then.” He strides away, tossing the fragment into his mouth and swallowing it whole.

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*chracters*

Thirteen is placing seals on the exterior walls of the Inn.

Mauric has finished the base of Damian’s cake and is now trying to work out structural details and a theme of design.

Loriche is strapping barrels of alchemist’s fire reagents to her siege engine.

Riotan is looking for Felix.

 *I have made new characters! You can choose who you wanna interact with them!*

The fallen leaves tell a story, a fallen and disgraced warrior and his mage. Both cast out from their far off lands, met by pure fate. They became one in the same, able to understand each other with a simple look. A duo of power and strength to match some of the horrors of this world.

The fallen leaves swirl around a duo walking through the woods. A man in full plate armor with a sword at his hip and a shield on his back. His silver armor is tarnished and dirty, not what it once was in the olden days. His gauntleted hands rest at his side as he walks next to a woman. The woman is a bit shorter than the man in armor. She wears a maroon dress and has flowing black hair that reaches her shoulders. Her brown eyes take in the woods with wonder, a nice smile on her face. A satchel hangs from her shoulder, the end of a small staff poking out of it.

As the duo walks through the woods, the man stays silent while the woman talks with joy in her voice, pointing out animals and plants to the man.

*yooo this is so cool*

Loriche is on top of the 20-foot behemoth of wood and iron, and sees the pair. She waves energetically to them and clambers down the lattice.

 The woman waves back while her companion stays quiet.

Once down to about six feet up, she jumps off the side and lands on her feet. “What brings you folks to this neck of the woods?” She asks.

 *Sorry. was eating lunch*

Helena smiles. "Vacation."

*no problem. what’d you eat?*

She smiles back. “Oh, wonderful! Just coming out for a break, then, or looking to visit anything in particular?”

 *they had pancakes, eggs, a sausage, and potatoes*

"Just a break." she says with a smile