Lord's Rest Inn

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*Good morning folks*

 *Is evening Pacific Sider*

 *Yeeeeeee*

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*Good morning folks*

 *Is evening Pacific Sider*

 (It’s 4pm here so basically evening)

 *yeah, me and luna have the same timezone lol*

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*Good morning folks*

 (Are you nocturnal or something?)

 *Kinda, i stayed up too late and i've been up for a little now*

 (Oh lol)

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*Good morning folks*

 *Is evening Pacific Sider*

 *Yeeeeeee*

 *I'm turning you into a French croissant gently.*

(You want to rp wendigo)

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 "I didn't do most of it. I engineered the materials and designed the Gut itself, though. I know exactly how much damage it can take and where without killing any of the guests. It's a lot, by the way."

 “I would be concerned if it wasn’t”

 "The living area is held up by shock-absorbers, so we could be fighting a kraken outside and no one inside would know or have reason to care other than we might get a couple tentacles for dinner. Hot and cold meal options are served at all times, but we only bring in the good stuff out during actual mealtime. We can hold up to 8.336 million individuals aboard at a time along with their luggage, food, tools, and other supplies needed by the crew."

 “How can you sustain that many people? Is there a pocket dimension inside?”

 "Nearly all food is harvested from our environment, meaning the surrounding plane and its material echoes. Everything fresh and local, no matter what."

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*Does anyone want to role play? If so here, if you want someone else say so.*

The Leper is sitting alone atop a hill, looking into the distance with a thousand yard stare, his giant broken blade resting in his lap. The white lilies on his belt fluttering in the light breeze. He has taken off his mask, simply taking this moment of peace.

The Abomination is wandering around town, trying their best to stay as far away from the other people as possible, their chains rattling against the ground.

The Crusader is at the tavern, sitting outside of it, sharpening his holy blade, humming a long forgotten war song to himself as he does so.

The Highwayman is using his stolen goods to afford himself a meal and drink at the tavern, not taking his mask down until he begins eating in a dark corner of said tavern.

The Graverobber has changed out of their 'work' clothes and is walking around town, looking to expend some of the riches they stole on lavish things.

The Jester is standing atop the wagon he arrived in, cackling as he plays a beautiful, almost entrancing melody, the notes seeming to float in the air as he plays.

The Bounty Hunter is walking through town to the tavern to turn in his bounty, who is currently trying to escape but is unfortunately stuck in a black body bag.

 The Houndmaster is sitting outside of the tavern with his dog, Bernard. He's just cleaning him because he's seemed to have gotten some blood on his fur.

 The Hellion is sharpening her halberd alone in the woods and redoing her war paint, as some of it is growing dull.

 *One more time. Anybody up for it?*