Lord's Rest Inn

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*TIME TO CAUSE CHAOS-*

Allison stumbles around outside, covering her muffled screams with her hand. The tattoo burns into her neck like a brand. She sobs quietly, black bile smudged around the corner of her mouth. She spits it out on to the ground, stumbling to her daughters grave. 

Stroth, not knowing how to feel about Sparrow's profession of love, is pacing around the top of the tavern, thinking. She hasn't been in live for awhile, kinda smothering her emotions to become a better... everything really. She thinks she likes him but love seems like a word so foreign to her own ears. 

Sable is walking around the property of the tavern, carving sigils expertly into trees, stones, and the ground. He hums to himself as he does, the Archlich seeming happy almost.

*oh this is gonna make Riotan very sad*

 *MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*

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 "Well, finally we can talk about this. What exactly do you want out of all this killing?" The ghouls begin marking blessings on Rowan, allowing him to recover faster and, should he make a significant effort to resist the curse, break the bond between him and the mask.

 “I seek to find a vessel that can contain my power, I have found said vessel, but now you wish to take me from Rowan. I am going to make Rowan the greatest in the world, by any means.” They say, really meaning it as their voice sounds, like Rowan’s but drenched in madness. Rowan thanks them, although he still is very confused.

 "You don't care about Rowan. I don't know why I even tried listening to you." A blade extends from the tip of their umbrella. "This thing is designed to carve through any supernatural durability like butter. In fact, it leeches said durability, making it an excellent shield. Damn shame about the weight though." They swing it, smashing a tree to splinters. They press the blade against the Possessive Mask. "You're nothing but bone, aren't you?"

 “Nothing but bone is true.” The Ichor begins to leak from the mask again, and Rowan’s eyes suddenly go fully pitch black, grabbing at one of the ghouls, “Destroy me and Rowan’s mind will be lost to madness, killing everyone with the last bits of supernatural power I have imbued into him. I’m going to start counting down.” Rowan grabs at the ghouls head, about to break their neck “10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5…”

 "Nice. You would have done that anyway. Whether you follow through or not determines whether I trap you and take your power for my own, or just destroy you. It's your guess which fate I've deemed worse." They don't move at all. They don't have a hint of distress in their voice. "Your killing is getting in my way. You know I don't take kindly to that."

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*TIME TO CAUSE CHAOS-*

Allison stumbles around outside, covering her muffled screams with her hand. The tattoo burns into her neck like a brand. She sobs quietly, black bile smudged around the corner of her mouth. She spits it out on to the ground, stumbling to her daughter’s grave. 

 They see Rowan, the mask on their face, a different air to their very being, some kind of black Ichor dipping from the mask’s eyes, the smell of burning flesh coming from the Ichor, as well as his body itself. He seems completely different, like he’s someone new.

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*TIME TO CAUSE CHAOS-*

Allison stumbles around outside, covering her muffled screams with her hand. The tattoo burns into her neck like a brand. She sobs quietly, black bile smudged around the corner of her mouth. She spits it out on to the ground, stumbling to her daughter’s grave. 

 They see Rowan, the mask on their face, a different air to their very being, some kind of black Ichor dipping from the mask’s eyes, the smell of burning flesh coming from the Ichor, as well as his body itself. He seems completely different, like he’s someone new.

 Allison looks over, almost jumping from getting startled like that. "Oh.. Hello Rowan." She covers her mouth.

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*TIME TO CAUSE CHAOS-*

Allison stumbles around outside, covering her muffled screams with her hand. The tattoo burns into her neck like a brand. She sobs quietly, black bile smudged around the corner of her mouth. She spits it out on to the ground, stumbling to her daughters grave. 

Stroth, not knowing how to feel about Sparrow's profession of love, is pacing around the top of the tavern, thinking. She hasn't been in live for awhile, kinda smothering her emotions to become a better... everything really. She thinks she likes him but love seems like a word so foreign to her own ears. 

Sable is walking around the property of the tavern, carving sigils expertly into trees, stones, and the ground. He hums to himself as he does, the Archlich seeming happy almost.

*oh this is gonna make Riotan very sad*

 *MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH*

*:(*

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 "Well, finally we can talk about this. What exactly do you want out of all this killing?" The ghouls begin marking blessings on Rowan, allowing him to recover faster and, should he make a significant effort to resist the curse, break the bond between him and the mask.

 “I seek to find a vessel that can contain my power, I have found said vessel, but now you wish to take me from Rowan. I am going to make Rowan the greatest in the world, by any means.” They say, really meaning it as their voice sounds, like Rowan’s but drenched in madness. Rowan thanks them, although he still is very confused.

 "You don't care about Rowan. I don't know why I even tried listening to you." A blade extends from the tip of their umbrella. "This thing is designed to carve through any supernatural durability like butter. In fact, it leeches said durability, making it an excellent shield. Damn shame about the weight though." They swing it, smashing a tree to splinters. They press the blade against the Possessive Mask. "You're nothing but bone, aren't you?"

 “Nothing but bone is true.” The Ichor begins to leak from the mask again, and Rowan’s eyes suddenly go fully pitch black, grabbing at one of the ghouls, “Destroy me and Rowan’s mind will be lost to madness, killing everyone with the last bits of supernatural power I have imbued into him. I’m going to start counting down.” Rowan grabs at the ghouls head, about to break their neck “10. 9. 8. 7. 6. 5…”

 "Nice. You would have done that anyway. Whether you follow through or not determines whether I trap you and take your power for my own, or just destroy you. It's your guess which fate I've deemed worse." They don't move at all. They don't have a hint of distress in their voice. "Your killing is getting in my way. You know I don't take kindly to that."

 The Mask seems to go silent for a moment, Rowan’s possessed body stopping for a moment, after a few seconds the body collapses. The Mask finally speaks back up “I won’t get in your way as long as you are here, as long as you let me go without harm to me or my vessel.” They seems be in a talking mood more than a moment ago.

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*TIME TO CAUSE CHAOS-*

Allison stumbles around outside, covering her muffled screams with her hand. The tattoo burns into her neck like a brand. She sobs quietly, black bile smudged around the corner of her mouth. She spits it out on to the ground, stumbling to her daughters grave. 

Stroth, not knowing how to feel about Sparrow's profession of love, is pacing around the top of the tavern, thinking. She hasn't been in live for awhile, kinda smothering her emotions to become a better... everything really. She thinks she likes him but love seems like a word so foreign to her own ears. 

Sable is walking around the property of the tavern, carving sigils expertly into trees, stones, and the ground. He hums to himself as he does, the Archlich seeming happy almost.

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Isaac is in the main room having a drink