Lord's Rest Inn

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 *Indeed.*

"They're not that evil. I curated the vileness inside of them to be ruthlessly efficient, but nothing more."

 *He is able to see anything using tremorsense within a 120ft radius but Blindsight is only in a 30 ft radius.*

"Hm.." it blinks slowly "I am asking you.. this.." it breaks down again, the armor falling to the ground. The bugs skitter out of the armor, crawling across the ground and any obstacles in their way "If they so much as hurt someone here, or hurt Felix... I will not be as sympathetic and compassionate..." It says, it's tone calm.

 The spiders are everywhere. The question of how he got this many bodies likely has a concerning answer.

"I certainly hope not. They don't deserve it, and if they cause harm it is due to my failure to stop them that resulted in it. Right now, they aren't allowed to cause physical harm, and they are difficult enough to see to avoid haunting the living."

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*Anyone else want to rp with me? And if so with whom?*

 *I got my new boi if you want him?*

Deep within the woods, a deep screeching fills the air. Something between the mix of an animal and a person, both in such horrible pain. The animals in the area in the forest have disappeared, hidden in burrows and holes to hide from whatever it is. 

 

A huge, bipedal skeleton of a crow stalks the area. It's rotting flesh and dirty feathers barely cling to its skeletal body that drops bits of rotting flesh to the ground. Its beady, lifeless eyes look around. A ghastly blue substance drips from its body, smoke spewing from it as the essence hits the ground. It clutches its stomach, doubling over and crying out again.

 

The mists engulf it, now in its place a handsome man. He stands about 6'2, tall and imposing. His stern features are treated with short silver hair with an undercut and a goatee. His black eyes were hollow and dull. His skin is pale, sickly almost. He wears beautiful purple and indigo robes that flow around him as if he is enveloped by the night sky. Strange markings cover his form, glowing deep blue and mapped across his flesh. 

 

He takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, pulling out a necklace hidden under his robes. He rubs his thumb across the pendant, a silver dragonfly, pressing to his lips. He whispers a silent prayer to it before heading towards the tavern.

 *I honestly don’t know if anyone would work with this guy, but I’ll have to see.*

 The sound of shambling fills the air, steel clanking with the rhythm of steps, light glowing runes filling the air as Grove comes into view, waving at the new arrival, his soul swirling blue like the sky “Hello.”

 The man looks up "Hello.." he utters, his voice sounding like a dozen more people trapped in one body "I am... Michael.."

 His own voice grows similar, the spear in his chest moving around slowly as move souls come out of it to reflect his own, the blade on his back glowing as well “I am Grove, what are you? Are you like me?”

 "Something... Much worse I am afraid." He sighs "It is nice to meet you though Sir Grove."

 “As it is to meet you Sir Michael. If you are worse than a warrior and his victims all trapped in one body, then I am truly sorry for you.” He says, truly meaning it.

 Michael sighs and shakes his head "Me, my daughter's and son, and my wife... We all died of scarlet fever.." he says, rubbing his eyes as if to stop from crying "Nevermind that, how are you?" He asks, putting on a smile.

 “That sounds awful, I witness the disease in its worst days when I was still able to feel anything, I’m sorry I couldn’t have helped you or your family.” He says, shaking his head solemnly “I am doing fine enough, although this land is more bizarre than anywhere else.”

 "Do you mind.. showing me around?" He asks, placing his hands under his sleeves "I have not been here before.."

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 *Indeed.*

"They're not that evil. I curated the vileness inside of them to be ruthlessly efficient, but nothing more."

 *He is able to see anything using tremorsense within a 120ft radius but Blindsight is only in a 30 ft radius.*

"Hm.." it blinks slowly "I am asking you.. this.." it breaks down again, the armor falling to the ground. The bugs skitter out of the armor, crawling across the ground and any obstacles in their way "If they so much as hurt someone here, or hurt Felix... I will not be as sympathetic and compassionate..." It says, it's tone calm.

 The spiders are everywhere. The question of how he got this many bodies likely has a concerning answer.

"I certainly hope not. They don't deserve it, and if they cause harm it is due to my failure to stop them that resulted in it. Right now, they aren't allowed to cause physical harm, and they are difficult enough to see to avoid haunting the living."

 Ichigo sighs "Where did this many souls come from?..." He asked, some of the bugs crawling over the spiders.

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 Dracula is walking around, concealing his scent of blood and death as he walks around looking for something to eat, or rather in this case, is craving someone to eat.

 He comes across a gothic, abandoned hospital. He can feel the presence of many spirits of an unusual kind flitting about, invisible. Puppets, dolls, and other toys lay scattered all over the ground. A statuesque man sits in a chair in the middle of the hallway, his dark clothes flowing in the wind as he stares at the floor, facing away from the Dark Lord.

 Dracula cracks his knuckles and neck, knowing this place to be supernatural in some form, and that he might have some sway here. He returns to his true form, the recognizable demon of Transylvania who conquered death itself and has the legions of hell under his employ. He walks over, more confident, and taps their shoulder with a single claw.

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*Anyone else want to rp with me? And if so with whom?*

 *I got my new boi if you want him?*

Deep within the woods, a deep screeching fills the air. Something between the mix of an animal and a person, both in such horrible pain. The animals in the area in the forest have disappeared, hidden in burrows and holes to hide from whatever it is. 

 

A huge, bipedal skeleton of a crow stalks the area. It's rotting flesh and dirty feathers barely cling to its skeletal body that drops bits of rotting flesh to the ground. Its beady, lifeless eyes look around. A ghastly blue substance drips from its body, smoke spewing from it as the essence hits the ground. It clutches its stomach, doubling over and crying out again.

 

The mists engulf it, now in its place a handsome man. He stands about 6'2, tall and imposing. His stern features are treated with short silver hair with an undercut and a goatee. His black eyes were hollow and dull. His skin is pale, sickly almost. He wears beautiful purple and indigo robes that flow around him as if he is enveloped by the night sky. Strange markings cover his form, glowing deep blue and mapped across his flesh. 

 

He takes a deep breath as if to steady himself, pulling out a necklace hidden under his robes. He rubs his thumb across the pendant, a silver dragonfly, pressing to his lips. He whispers a silent prayer to it before heading towards the tavern.

 *I honestly don’t know if anyone would work with this guy, but I’ll have to see.*

 The sound of shambling fills the air, steel clanking with the rhythm of steps, light glowing runes filling the air as Grove comes into view, waving at the new arrival, his soul swirling blue like the sky “Hello.”

 The man looks up "Hello.." he utters, his voice sounding like a dozen more people trapped in one body "I am... Michael.."

 His own voice grows similar, the spear in his chest moving around slowly as move souls come out of it to reflect his own, the blade on his back glowing as well “I am Grove, what are you? Are you like me?”

 "Something... Much worse I am afraid." He sighs "It is nice to meet you though Sir Grove."

 “As it is to meet you Sir Michael. If you are worse than a warrior and his victims all trapped in one body, then I am truly sorry for you.” He says, truly meaning it.

 Michael sighs and shakes his head "Me, my daughter's and son, and my wife... We all died of scarlet fever.." he says, rubbing his eyes as if to stop from crying "Nevermind that, how are you?" He asks, putting on a smile.

 “That sounds awful, I witness the disease in its worst days when I was still able to feel anything, I’m sorry I couldn’t have helped you or your family.” He says, shaking his head solemnly “I am doing fine enough, although this land is more bizarre than anywhere else.”

 "Do you mind.. showing me around?" He asks, placing his hands under his sleeves "I have not been here before.."

 “I would be happy to you, although I may be less than what you want.” He begins to walk, moving with steps slightly unstable, pieces of his body coming off and back together.

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