Lord's Rest Inn

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“Wow. Didn’t think that would work.” Thirteen takes out his journal, getting to his feet. “Well then, first, you need to go find something recently deceased. But you can’t kill it for yourself, it must be already dead. Bring it back here and we’ll start your first lesson.”

“First, a temple. Then, a battleground. Then, a crypt. My crypt.” He says darkly. “Do you know what it’s like to be helpless, Ragnerious?”

 They continue to rub their gloves maniacally before they hear they cant kill them themselves "Ahh. Can I use someone I already brought back from the dead? Even if they aren't exactly alive, more undead?"

 Rag gains a distant look for a moment "Helpless? Yes. I've felt truly helpless, I've been truly helpless." He sighs, looking to the ground, tightening his hand with rage.

“Depends, how did you bring them back?”

”Well if that’s the case, why are we talking about me? You sound like you’ve a much more interesting story.”

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*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*

Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.

 

Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.

 The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him

Riotan’s eyes and runes burn a dull orange as he stands behind them, watching.

 One of the guys grabs the cornered mans shirt and lifts him up. "You owe the Hand of God money." the masked man says

“By choice, God has no hands. Neither does He bear eyes. This is the form He takes, such that when we cry ‘Why did you not see our pain and deliver us?’, He can answer that He is blind and unable to take action.” Riotan pipes up.

 The two guys look back before one nods to the other. One of the guys continues trying to collect the debt while the other draws a butterfly knife from his pocket. "Back off. This ain't your business." he says, voice distorted and staticy.

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*Jester, Wendi, do y'all feel like rping at all?*

 *I'm totally down to rp man, do you want anyone in particular?*

 *Hmmm. Anyone that wants to deal with my two new characters?*

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“Wow. Didn’t think that would work.” Thirteen takes out his journal, getting to his feet. “Well then, first, you need to go find something recently deceased. But you can’t kill it for yourself, it must be already dead. Bring it back here and we’ll start your first lesson.”

“First, a temple. Then, a battleground. Then, a crypt. My crypt.” He says darkly. “Do you know what it’s like to be helpless, Ragnerious?”

 They continue to rub their gloves maniacally before they hear they cant kill them themselves "Ahh. Can I use someone I already brought back from the dead? Even if they aren't exactly alive, more undead?"

 Rag gains a distant look for a moment "Helpless? Yes. I've felt truly helpless, I've been truly helpless." He sighs, looking to the ground, tightening his hand with rage.

“Depends, how did you bring them back?”

”Well if that’s the case, why are we talking about me? You sound like you’ve a much more interesting story.”

 "Not by magic, I just started putting things back together until they started walking again. Surprisingly it worked."

 He looks up to Riotan "Because I've grown past all of that. You seem to still be butt hurt about something." He chuckles a bit.

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“Wow. Didn’t think that would work.” Thirteen takes out his journal, getting to his feet. “Well then, first, you need to go find something recently deceased. But you can’t kill it for yourself, it must be already dead. Bring it back here and we’ll start your first lesson.”

“First, a temple. Then, a battleground. Then, a crypt. My crypt.” He says darkly. “Do you know what it’s like to be helpless, Ragnerious?”

 They continue to rub their gloves maniacally before they hear they cant kill them themselves "Ahh. Can I use someone I already brought back from the dead? Even if they aren't exactly alive, more undead?"

 Rag gains a distant look for a moment "Helpless? Yes. I've felt truly helpless, I've been truly helpless." He sighs, looking to the ground, tightening his hand with rage.

“Depends, how did you bring them back?”

”Well if that’s the case, why are we talking about me? You sound like you’ve a much more interesting story.”

 "Not by magic, I just started putting things back together until they started walking again. Surprisingly it worked."

 He looks up to Riotan "Because I've grown past all of that. You seem to still be butt hurt about something." He chuckles a bit.

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*Morning. New characters. They are all I'm playing as. Unless y'all want someone else.*

Two guys are walking through the town. They both wear black hoodies, grey baseball caps, and masks with a hand with three fingers pointed up and two to the side with an eye in the palm. One has blue jeans while the other has grey sweatpants. They both wear Vans, one wears black Vans while the other wears white Vans. They both have small backpacks on their back and walk side by side before ducking into an alley after someone.

 

Riotan is looking for a distraction, and decides to follow these strangers into the alley.

 The two guys have cornered the man and are saying something to him

Riotan’s eyes and runes burn a dull orange as he stands behind them, watching.

 One of the guys grabs the cornered mans shirt and lifts him up. "You owe the Hand of God money." the masked man says

“By choice, God has no hands. Neither does He bear eyes. This is the form He takes, such that when we cry ‘Why did you not see our pain and deliver us?’, He can answer that He is blind and unable to take action.” Riotan pipes up.

 The two guys look back before one nods to the other. One of the guys continues trying to collect the debt while the other draws a butterfly knife from his pocket. "Back off. This ain't your business." he says, voice distorted and staticy.

“Ooh, you have a fun voice!” He comments cheerily. “But let’s not draw weapons on such a delicious afternoon. The weather’s too nice to soil its winds with the rank aroma of death. We’re all civil, aren’t we?”