Lord's Rest Inn

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*I don’t really like shy and apologetic characters. Sergei on the Barnacle is the exception*

 *yeah, but the joke is that they are secretly incredibly cruel, callous, and violent. Hold on, I’ll come up with another idea…*

*I kinda wanna use this eldritch horror I created a while ago*

*enthusiastic, good-natured, and sociable halfling druid attempting to convert everyone to a cult of Graz’zt in the nicest way possible*

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*I kinda wanna use this eldritch horror I created a while ago*

 *Description?*

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Quote from Gradius2 >>

*I kinda wanna use this eldritch horror I created a while ago*

 *Description?*

 *Deep sea monster, god of crustaceans and mystery. He’s like an armored humanoid crab sea-bug. He feeds off of fear from people and grows more powerful at an exponential rate.*

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Quote from Kasrik_the_Wizard >>

Quote from Gradius2 >>

*I kinda wanna use this eldritch horror I created a while ago*

 *Description?*

 *Deep sea monster, god of crustaceans and mystery. He’s like an armored humanoid crab sea-bug. He feeds off of fear from people and grows more powerful at an exponential rate.*

 *Okay. Sounds neat.*

As you make your way back to the castle, you can't help but notice the eerie emptiness that fills the vast corridors. The walls are lined with intricate tapestries that have faded over time, but the remnants of their beauty are still visible. The once-beautiful glass windows that used to fill the halls with vibrant colors are now shattered, and the shards glint in the dim light that filters through. The constant march of time has taken its toll on the castle, but there's still something enchanting about it.

As you walk through the corridors, you sense a presence, as if something is still alive here. The hairs on the back of your neck stand on end as you listen intently to the silence that surrounds you. A faint hum lingers in the air, almost like a melody from a distant memory. It's hard to tell where it's coming from, but it seems to be emanating from deep within the castle.

You continue to walk, and as you turn a corner, you catch a glimpse of a room filled with an inexplicable aura. It's as if something otherworldly has made its presence known within the castle's walls. You step into the room and are greeted by a sight that takes your breath away. The walls are adorned with intricate carvings that seem to depict celestial beings, and the air is filled with a strange energy that you can't quite put your finger on.

As you make your way through the castle, you realize that there's more to this place than what meets the eye. There's a mystery to unravel, and you can't help but feel drawn to it. The castle may be old and worn, but it's still alive with the energy of something magical, something that you can't quite explain.

"I need help. I do believe I am trapped in here."

The silence was broken by a faint utterance, a woman's voice, barely audible. Her voice was hoarse and feeble, yet it managed to make its presence known. Despite its frailty, the voice seemed to carry a sense of urgency or desperation, as if the woman was trying to communicate something important or alarming.