Lord's Rest Inn

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from The_Summoning_Dark >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from The_Summoning_Dark >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from The_Summoning_Dark >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from The_Summoning_Dark >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

 The door is opened slowly by a Warforge. Its metal plating is made from thick black plates from some sort of metal that is caked with dust and dirt, tiny etchings of some sort of language is on the plates It wears a long white, lab coat with silver buttons around its shoulders like a shawl and is clothed in a simple pants that are equally caked with dirt, and leather boots. Around its waist is a leather belt with an iron buckle, in a sheath is a longsword. It carries a backpack around one shoulder that holds a numerous amount of tool kits and other supplies. 

It walks inside quietly and sits down at a table. 

 *Is it fine if I roleplay?*

WHY HELLO THERE 

A strange voice speaks, the warforge hadn't noticed the tall, shadowy figure sitting at the table.

 The warforges narrows its glowing green eyes (If you want a reference, look up Colorless Manga Avidi). 

The creature that sits at the other side of the table from the warforged is tall dark and ominous. It is shrouded in a cloak as dark as the shadows. There seems to be a cloud of dirt settling around him and dusting the table. A broom leans against the chair next to the figure. The person smiles a wide grin at the warforged, though it doesn't seem like this creature has much of a choice, seeing as its head is a skull. Blue stars of light shine from the endless, shadowy void where its eyes should be. The hands that rest on the table are pale and skeletal.

YOU ARE A STRANGE CREATURE. THE LACK OF FLESH AND BLOOD IS A TRAIT WE HAVE IN COMMON.

 

 "Mn." he says and folds his arms "Who are you? My name is Professor Logan-5" 

 WHO AM I? I AM THE ENDBRINGER. I USHER IN THE FINAL FINALE. I AM THE ULTIMATE REALITY, NEVER CEASING IN MY STEADY APPROACH. I CUT THE LAST THREADS OF FATE AND SWEEP AWAY THE REMAINS. AT THE END OF IT ALL, I WILL BE THE ONE TO TURN OFF THE LIGHTS AND CLOSE THE DOOR OF THE UNIVERSE, I AM DEATH, I AM THE GRIM SWEEPER.

THAT IS WHAT I DO FOR A LIVING ANYWAY, DO YOU KNOW IF THEY HAVE ANYTHING WITH CURRY AT THIS TAVERN?

 "Ok. you do you mate" he says and shrugs "Good for you i suppose"

 WHAT IS THAT PIECE OF JEWELERY THAT YOU APPEAR TO BE EXAMINING?

 "Bracelet of Rock magic" he says "It holds a curse i need to get rid of for a friend"

 A CURSE? Death booms in his otherwordly voice, I AM THE "LIVING" EMBODIMENT OF THE CURSE OF MORTALITY, WHAT IS THIS CURSE THAT YOU WISH TO DESTROY, I MAY BE ABLE TO PROVIDE AID.

Quote from The_Summoning_Dark >>

A very tall, dark figure walks through the door of the tavern. Not many people seem to notice him, and those who do only give him a glance before moving on with their business. The figure looks around at the dirty floor, and sweeps up a section of the dirt with the broom that they carry. They then move on to the bar and call for the barkeeper.

 Sushi walks over, "Qu'est?"

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >>

Vanden is sititng at a table, mixing a bottle of water and silver

Henry is pickpocketing random people

Simon sets a painting in a bag, a safe enough area

 Czalor is using his undead army to terrorize a village. 

Professor Logan-5 is examining a bracelet set with stones. 

Jackson is chatting with Phoenix.

 Vanden looks outside at the undead rampaging through the streets and sighs, looking at the man infront of him, "Sorry for the inconvinience, but can i take this on credit? Lots of blighters out there today." He says, before walking out to look at the horde

 Czalor sits on a rock, writing down observations in a black leather-bound book

 Vanden hums, his whip cracking as it crashes through undead, being suprisingly good at one shotting as he walks towards Czalor

 Czalor stares at him from behind a red velvet veil. He chuckles and snaps the book shut. It disappears in a puff of smoke.

 He offers a half wave, "Evening," He nods to them

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from Theren_Dotsk >>

Quote from WendigoOfLore >>

Quote from Theren_Dotsk >>

 "Of course." Phoenix says and follows him.

Mars stares at the box for a while.

 Jack uses his magic to change his clothing from a cloak and simple shirt to a dress shirt, a black waist coat, and a long black trench coat. He summons a cane made of obsidian in his hand and begins walking. 

Czalor narrows his eyes behind the veil and chuckles. 

 Phoenix follows in his normal attire.

Mars takes a sip of coffee while looking at the box

 Jack stops at a tree and taps on it twice with his cane. "Feywild please" he says to nothing. Suddenly the tree opens like a door to the Feywild. 

Czalor pipes up "Why do you look at it so intently hm?"

 Phoenix walks with him.

"I am confused. Why keep your soul in a box. "

Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >>

 "Nom!" She says, a bit louder, hopping off rice

 "Cool, meat or veggie?"