Lord's Rest Inn

*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*

Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.

Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.

Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.

Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.

Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.

Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.

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<New Character Arrival>

Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.

The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*

 

Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.

Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.

Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.

Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.

Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.

Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.

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<New Character Arrival>

Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.

The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.

 *Adder*

Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"

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Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*

 

Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.

Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.

Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.

Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.

Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.

Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.

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<New Character Arrival>

Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.

The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.

 *Adder*

Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"

 Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*

 

Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.

Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.

Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.

Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.

Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.

Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.

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<New Character Arrival>

Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.

The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.

 *Adder*

Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"

 Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up

 "Is that a yes?"

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*

 

Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.

Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.

Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.

Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.

Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.

Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.

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<New Character Arrival>

Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.

The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.

 *Adder*

Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"

 Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up

 "Is that a yes?"

 Another groan

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from dragon8824 >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

*Welp, here are all my characters. Pick who you would like to rp with :]*

 

Adder is inside his room, nursing wounds. Bruises and cuts are littered up and down his body and a chunk of his horn seems to have broken off. He lies in his bed, cold sweat over his body as he slowly turns over, gritting his teeth as he does. He slowly moves and takes off his shirt he is wearing, stained with his blood, as he throws it to a chair.

Thatcher is sitting at the bar, having a bit of breakfast before returning to his work. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, nor has he gotten dressed into anything else. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair, flipping through a case file.

Jack is outside. He is lying in the semi-frozen grass, weaving magic as he hums to himself. He lies on a black blanket that protect him from the elements he lays upon. He has a smile playing on his lips as he watches tangible magic run through his fingers as if it were water.

Lore is sitting in her room, weaving some sort of wool sweater that seems to glisten with a holy magic. Each thread seems like it is made of silver as she takes careful care to weave magic into the yarn, making the final product a useful sweater that can deflect magic that is thrown its way.

Kelipso is outside. He is doing his duty as a ranger and destroying a few blights that are crawling through the forest. One blight, made up entirely of moss, staggers towards him, trying to rush him. He expertly maneuvers away and gets low to the ground, spins sideways to use his quarterstaff to trip it.

Xan is avoiding everyone and everything. He goes up to his room, locks the door, and flops on his bed. He lights a cigarette before drawing the curtains, so the room is thrown into darkness. Slowly, he takes off his shirt and throws it into an unseen corner of the room before going back to his bed and lying down, wincing a bit before crying silently.

Yuri is lying upstairs in her room. Illness racks her body after what had happened to Tatiana and now, she was suffering due to nature suffering.

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<New Character Arrival>

Sitting on the windowsill is an ornate bottle, almost like a flask. It stands about 7 inches tall and is made from expertly crafted adamantine. The outside of the bottle is engraved with intricate designs of palaces amongst clouds, the sun reaching over the horizon with long beams of light piercing everything. It is painted with deep tones of blue and indigo and pale shades of cyan and turquoise.

The lid of the flash is a cork, as if it means to hold wine. The cork itself is not like anything that is seen before, it is made of turquoise and wood. In the wood, a set of numbers are engraved. “1. 9. 23. 6.”.

 *Adder*

Galax knocks on Adders door, "can I come in?"

 Adder lets out a groan, to lazy to get up

 "Is that a yes?"

 Another groan

 "I'm assuming that's a yes" Galax says, opening the door "you really got banged up this time" he says, standing next to the bed