Lord's Rest Inn

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*Hello you lovely scrimblos, finished my interview :D*

 *Yay!!!*

 *Hello Fren :>*

 *Ma FWIEND (huggles)*

 *How is you? (Snuggle)*

 *I am supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.*

 *That's lovely :D*

 *Indeedly-do.*

 *Wanna rp?*

 *Oh of course! Would you like to RP with my character I was going to introduce tomorrow but I kinda want to do it now.*

 *Oooooo, yes! Sounds fun :D*

*Who's the new character?*

 *He is a Lich who is both a wandering teacher. He was a bishop of the old faith where he worshipped the god of Life and Death.*

 *Cult of the lamb? :3*

 *Not really, more so based around druidic faith and Venca.*

 *Thats neat too :D*

*Who do ya wanna rp them with? Or any of your other characters in general?*

 *Hmmmm..*

There is a noise outside, a Dimensional Door opens in the middle of a field. A man, about 5'9, steps out. He wears a simple black suit, a small broach in the shape of an apple is pinned to his chest. He has short black hair, olive hued skin that looks fairly normal, but his eyes are pitch black in color. He looks around, sighing a bit, as if disappointed. 

Scott is writing at the desk in the library of the tavern. 

Kelipso is looking for Jason.

 Kal, who was taking a walk, stares at this. One hand goes to his sheathed sword, "Um, hello?"

Theres a knock on the window near him, despite them being on the second floor

Jason is in a tree, humming to himself

 They look down at them, tilting their head "Oh, hello there." It says, stepping down the hill.

He jumps, turning around. 

"Hey J, gotta talk to ya." He chirps.

 "Um, nice to meet you" he says, giving a nervous smile

Tycho's face is upside down in the window, with a grin on it

He looks over and smiles, "Sure, whats up?" he asks, offering a hand

 *Alaric, if you have Pinterest, this is what he looks like: https://pin.it/7qIhgrjbJ *

He nods and extends a metal hand that moves just as well as a regular one "A pleasure to meet you as well. My name is Sable." He nods, his blacks seemed focused on Kal. 

Scott screams and storms over, shaking him "You are so mean to me."

"There is, apparently, a new vampire in the area."

 *A dapper lad*

"Kaladin," he shakes their hand

Tycho laughs, "What, it's funny" he grins

"A new vampire?" He tilts his head, dropping out of the tree

 *Idk what it is about Max Minghalla but he fits a lot of my characters.*

He smiles slightly, his eyes becoming normal. Grey coloration amongst black pupils. He waves a hand the Dimensional Door closes behind him. "Tell me, what do you do here?"

Scott sighs, trying back his hair "You're mean."

"Yep. Calls himself Dracula."

 *The dapperness trancends class o7*

"I... hunt monsters usually. It's what i'm good at" he sighs, "Not what i prefer exactly but it pays for lunch"

"Gonna do something about it?" He smiles, hugging him

That gets a small laugh out of him, "The dark lord?"

 "Monsters? Are you sure they are monsters?" He asks, genuinely curious. 

Scott sighs and hugs him back "Nah..."

"Yep..." He sighs "To many of you coming from places." He hugs him and huffs.

 "To the villagers they are. The monsters i hunt are a bit less... frowned upon though"

Tycho smiles, tail swishing through the air

"Hey, i was a vampire before it was cool" he puts an arm around the tiefling

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*Characters for those interested?*

Tycho is sat on a rooftop, humming to himself

Mary is out in an alley. The scent of blood fills the air

Jason is enjoying the cool air for this time of year, sat in a tree

Georgie is in the factory, using some tools to insert something into the chest of the giant stuffed animal he's created

-free pick-

The Eyeless Traitor is also sitting on that rooftop, though a bit away from Tycho- it looks like she's been here a while. There is an occasional scratching sound as her claws brush against the roof shingles.

 He looks over at her, tail tapping the shingles for a moment, tilting his head in curiosity

Her head whips around to look at him. What should be her face appears to be a dark void with two motes of light in place of eyes, though some of it is obscured by her large sun hat.

"Hello there."

 "Hello miss blind lady"

"Oh, I'm not blind... to an extent, anyway. I just don't need eyes to 'see' things. Who are you?" *She has blindsight out to a 60-foot radius, but is blind beyond that*

 "My names Tycho," He offers a hand, "And you?"

"I am known as the Eyeless Traitor, or simply Eyeless, or Traitor, or other similar names." Her hand, covered by a gauntlet of bronze with long metallic claws, reaches out for a moment, but stops and retreats.

 "Lovely to meet you" he smiles, "Not a handshake person eh?"

"Well, I was before. I just don't want to accidentally slice your hand open, given- you know." She gestures to her long claws.

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 "It has. But I've adapted. You've stayed the same, it seems." The spectral chains curl out of the demiplane prison. "How's it been hanging?"

 The Ichor begins to burrow into the ground “Don’t you dare Charlie, do it and I’ll find a way out, and then the bodies will be on your hands. I’ll leave them all melted like hot plastic. All because of you. Starting with Rowan.” The Ichor begins to leak from Rowan’s eyes, burning his flesh as he screams.

 "Hmm... and if I don't, you won't do that?" The chains begin to retract.

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*Characters for those interested?*

Tycho is sat on a rooftop, humming to himself

Mary is out in an alley. The scent of blood fills the air

Jason is enjoying the cool air for this time of year, sat in a tree

Georgie is in the factory, using some tools to insert something into the chest of the giant stuffed animal he's created

-free pick-

Riotan is aimlessly wandering and peeks into said alley.

 The best way to describe it would be like a murder scene. Mary is sat against a wall, blood coating the floor and alley walls

Riotan strides calmly into the alley, running his finger through the viscera and taking a taste. “Mm, sour… looks like you’re having a good Friday night.”

 "It was interesting." She comments, "Self defense though, i assure you"

“Self-defense? If you still need justification for it, dear, you’ve only just begun.” He chuckles. “Don’t let petty ethics make you forget the power you feel when you kill. For whatever reason you may have.”

 "What power?" she asks curiously, tilting her head

“The power of that feeling of domination. That sense of control. The fact that you can end a life, conclude thousands of potential futures, and create so many ripples with such a cathartic action… it’s almost indecently blissful to feel that power.”

 She hums, standing and looking him over for a moment, "I see."

“But who am I to tell you how to live?” He remarks. “Just disregard my ramblings. Or don’t. Your choice.”

 She nods, circling for a moment before shifting into a carbon copy of him