Lord's Rest Inn

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*Hello people. How is it going?*

Raphael is knitting

Meroving is flying through the clouds

[insert any other character here]

 *New vampire character >:3*

As the man walks through the dense woods, the sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on his face. He stands at about 5'8, with a sturdy build and slightly tanned skin that is covered in a light layer of body hair. His face is rugged and weathered, with a strong jawline that is tainted with 5 o'clock shadow and piercing amber eyes that seem to scan his surroundings with practiced ease

Dressed in typical cowboy fashion, he wears a wide-brimmed hat that is sewn up with the sharp teeth of coyotes. The hat casts a shadow over his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. He wears a brown leather vest over a plaid shirt, and his jeans are tucked into a pair of well-worn boots. A holster is strapped around his waist, holding a shiny pistol that glints in the sunlight. In one hand that is covered by a rugged brown leather glove, he grips a battleaxe made from blackened steel. 

 Lazarus is whittling in the woods, now carving a bear statue

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*good morning ya goobers :>*

*Happy page 3000!*

 *Hehehehehehe I am eady to bring in my vampire :D*

 *same >:3*

There have been reports of animal bodies found in the wood. From the description given, they were maimed in odd ways. Limbs were missing, but not in the sense of an animal attacking another animal, or even an invasive species, but more like someone used a sword or something

 As the man walks through the dense woods, the sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on his face. He stands at about 5'8, with a sturdy build and slightly tanned skin that is covered in a light layer of body hair. His face is rugged and weathered, with a strong jawline that is tainted with 5 o'clock shadow and piercing amber eyes that seem to scan his surroundings with practiced ease

Dressed in typical cowboy fashion, he wears a wide-brimmed hat that is sewn up with the sharp teeth of coyotes. The hat casts a shadow over his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. He wears a brown leather vest over a plaid shirt, and his jeans are tucked into a pair of well-worn boots. A holster is strapped around his waist, holding a shiny pistol that glints in the sunlight. In one hand that is covered by a rugged brown leather glove, he grips a battleaxe made from blackened steel. 

He looks at the animal carcasses, eyes narrowed in thought.

 

 

 The carcasses range in states of decay, from a few days to from the looks of it a month old,

 He huffs and stands up, arms folded over his chest. [Preception: Passive is 20 but here is the roll 23]

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*Hello people. How is it going?*

Raphael is knitting

Meroving is flying through the clouds

[insert any other character here]

 *New vampire character >:3*

As the man walks through the dense woods, the sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on his face. He stands at about 5'8, with a sturdy build and slightly tanned skin that is covered in a light layer of body hair. His face is rugged and weathered, with a strong jawline that is tainted with 5 o'clock shadow and piercing amber eyes that seem to scan his surroundings with practiced ease

Dressed in typical cowboy fashion, he wears a wide-brimmed hat that is sewn up with the sharp teeth of coyotes. The hat casts a shadow over his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. He wears a brown leather vest over a plaid shirt, and his jeans are tucked into a pair of well-worn boots. A holster is strapped around his waist, holding a shiny pistol that glints in the sunlight. In one hand that is covered by a rugged brown leather glove, he grips a battleaxe made from blackened steel. 

 Lazarus is whittling in the woods, now carving a bear statue

 Reyln sniffs the air, smelling Lazarus. He bristles a bit and looks over at him, his pupils turning into pinpricks.

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*Hello people. How is it going?*

Raphael is knitting

Meroving is flying through the clouds

[insert any other character here]

Mauric is still in the temple, not sure on what to do. Rene’s body (i assume) lies somewhere in the temple as well.

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*good morning ya goobers :>*

*Happy page 3000!*

 *Hehehehehehe I am eady to bring in my vampire :D*

 *same >:3*

There have been reports of animal bodies found in the wood. From the description given, they were maimed in odd ways. Limbs were missing, but not in the sense of an animal attacking another animal, or even an invasive species, but more like someone used a sword or something

 As the man walks through the dense woods, the sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on his face. He stands at about 5'8, with a sturdy build and slightly tanned skin that is covered in a light layer of body hair. His face is rugged and weathered, with a strong jawline that is tainted with 5 o'clock shadow and piercing amber eyes that seem to scan his surroundings with practiced ease

Dressed in typical cowboy fashion, he wears a wide-brimmed hat that is sewn up with the sharp teeth of coyotes. The hat casts a shadow over his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. He wears a brown leather vest over a plaid shirt, and his jeans are tucked into a pair of well-worn boots. A holster is strapped around his waist, holding a shiny pistol that glints in the sunlight. In one hand that is covered by a rugged brown leather glove, he grips a battleaxe made from blackened steel. 

He looks at the animal carcasses, eyes narrowed in thought.

 

 

 The carcasses range in states of decay, from a few days to from the looks of it a month old,

 He huffs and stands up, arms folded over his chest. [Preception: Passive is 20 but here is the roll 16]

 He hears something eating

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*good morning ya goobers :>*

*Happy page 3000!*

 *Hehehehehehe I am eady to bring in my vampire :D*

 *same >:3*

There have been reports of animal bodies found in the wood. From the description given, they were maimed in odd ways. Limbs were missing, but not in the sense of an animal attacking another animal, or even an invasive species, but more like someone used a sword or something

 As the man walks through the dense woods, the sunlight filters through the leaves above, casting dappled shadows on his face. He stands at about 5'8, with a sturdy build and slightly tanned skin that is covered in a light layer of body hair. His face is rugged and weathered, with a strong jawline that is tainted with 5 o'clock shadow and piercing amber eyes that seem to scan his surroundings with practiced ease

Dressed in typical cowboy fashion, he wears a wide-brimmed hat that is sewn up with the sharp teeth of coyotes. The hat casts a shadow over his face, making it difficult to discern his expression. He wears a brown leather vest over a plaid shirt, and his jeans are tucked into a pair of well-worn boots. A holster is strapped around his waist, holding a shiny pistol that glints in the sunlight. In one hand that is covered by a rugged brown leather glove, he grips a battleaxe made from blackened steel. 

He looks at the animal carcasses, eyes narrowed in thought.

 

 

 The carcasses range in states of decay, from a few days to from the looks of it a month old,

 He huffs and stands up, arms folded over his chest. [Preception: Passive is 20 but here is the roll 16]

 He hears something eating

 He pulls out his pistol, clicking back the hammer. He stalks forward, teeth bared.