Lord's Rest Inn

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*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*

Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays. 

"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,

like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,

like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.

You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."

 

Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.

 Someone behind the counter in a hood begins absentmindedly singing along in a lilting, smooth voice (roll me a con and wis save don't ask why)

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 *hoo hoo you fail*
every single thought you had at that moment pours out of your head, and you also vomit all over yourself, leaving both your mind and your stomach empty.

 She stands up, wiping her mouth. Out of it is black bile, ichor of a something horrible. The tattoo on the back of her neck burns as tears begin to form in her eyes from the pain.

 The person behind the counter drops a glass out of shock and stops singing.  "What happened?" they can't see, as they are blindfolded

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*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*

Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays. 

"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,

like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,

like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.

You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."

 

Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.

 Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.

*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*

 Allison looks up and walks over, smiling "Hi there." She chirps. 

*It's fine with me but if you feel like you don't want to, that's fine :)*

 *Cool, because I really like playing Sparrow, considering he’s one of my only original characters not based on anything.*

 He puts a plate of perfectly made pancakes in front of them, wearing an apron that says ‘Only my wife can kiss the cook’. He smiles at them “Hello, that was a good song, did you write it?”

 Sparrow has sobered up enough to be awake again, and his head is throbbing worse than the time he had it bashed in by a demon with a block of wood the size of his body.

 "No, just one I thought would be nice." She chuckles and takes them, eating them slightly "Forgive me.. my appetite is elsewhere."

Stroth walks up behind him, perfectly fine. "Hi."

 He shakes his head “Don’t worry, if you don’t eat it someone else will, it’s not as if you’re insulting me by not being hunger, you’re mortal like anyone else.”

 He is sitting in his rocking chair, holding his head “Hey there, you seem to be doin’ perfect. Good.”

 She shrugs "Minds just been elsewhere, taken my stomach with it." She chuckles.

She nods "Do you not just.. get rid of it? That's not good." With a snap of her fingers, she casts Greater Restoration on him. 

 He leans on the corner “What do you mean? Lose a family member? A friend? Or is it something different?”

 He shakes his head as the hangover clears up, a look of surprise on his face “That is new, wow. I ain’t feel this good in a while, you really are amazin’ aren’t ya?”

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*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*

Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays. 

"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,

like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,

like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.

You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."

 

Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.

 Someone behind the counter in a hood begins absentmindedly singing along in a lilting, smooth voice (roll me a con and wis save don't ask why)

 6  6

 *hoo hoo you fail*
every single thought you had at that moment pours out of your head, and you also vomit all over yourself, leaving both your mind and your stomach empty.

 She stands up, wiping her mouth. Out of it is black bile, ichor of a something horrible. The tattoo on the back of her neck burns as tears begin to form in her eyes from the pain.

 The person behind the counter drops a glass out of shock and stops singing.  "What happened?" they can't see, as they are blindfolded

 She drops to the ground, her body wracking with shakes as the tattoo, triggered by the vomit, burns more.

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Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.

Kiko wanders over to her, trying to place where the smell of ramen is coming from. She appears to be a collection of eyes and inky darkness in a crude human-ish shape.

"Umm... hi?"

 Stroth looks up and grins madly "Hiya there."

"I'm... I'm Kiko. I'm... kinda new to, well, all of this... so I wanted to get to know people. What's your name?"

 "Stroth Blackwood, a pleasure to meet you." She stands up, easily 6'2, and bows. Her long blonde hair is tied back in a bun but her facial features are disturbing. Her smile is way to big for her face, his eyes orange in coloration.

"A pleasure to meet you as well." She seems a touch less nervous- but only a slight bit. "Do you... do you know Omori?"

 She nods "I met her, real pretty."

"She was... well, one could say she's the reason I'm here. Well, here like this, anyway. Before this I was human. It's... it's an adjustment."

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*Anyways, would anyone like to RP? Because these are my characters at the moment.*

Allison is on the stage in the tavern, playing for the patrons who listen. She plucks her lute, the magical energy flowing around her as she plays. 

"You fill up my senses like a night in the forest,

like the mountains in springtime, like a walk in the rain,

like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.

You fill up my senses, come fill me again.."

 

Stroth is inside, having somehow sobered up way to fast to anyone's liking. She is currently eating a bowl of ramen she patched together which looks like a chef's worst nightmare.

 Damian is serving in the tavern when they hear this song, leaning over the counter and listening to a fellow bard at work. When they are finished they applaud, inviting Allison to over to the counter for a free meal.

*At this point Sparrow wouldn’t have fully sobered up, but he would be awake, but I’ve already used him a lot, should I?*

 Allison looks up and walks over, smiling "Hi there." She chirps. 

*It's fine with me but if you feel like you don't want to, that's fine :)*

 *Cool, because I really like playing Sparrow, considering he’s one of my only original characters not based on anything.*

 He puts a plate of perfectly made pancakes in front of them, wearing an apron that says ‘Only my wife can kiss the cook’. He smiles at them “Hello, that was a good song, did you write it?”

 Sparrow has sobered up enough to be awake again, and his head is throbbing worse than the time he had it bashed in by a demon with a block of wood the size of his body.

 "No, just one I thought would be nice." She chuckles and takes them, eating them slightly "Forgive me.. my appetite is elsewhere."

Stroth walks up behind him, perfectly fine. "Hi."

 He shakes his head “Don’t worry, if you don’t eat it someone else will, it’s not as if you’re insulting me by not being hunger, you’re mortal like anyone else.”

 He is sitting in his rocking chair, holding his head “Hey there, you seem to be doin’ perfect. Good.”

 She shrugs "Minds just been elsewhere, taken my stomach with it." She chuckles.

She nods "Do you not just.. get rid of it? That's not good." With a snap of her fingers, she casts Greater Restoration on him. 

 He leans on the corner “What do you mean? Lose a family member? A friend? Or is it something different?”

 He shakes his head as the hangover clears up, a look of surprise on his face “That is new, wow. I ain’t feel this good in a while, you really are amazin’ aren’t ya?”