Lord's Rest Inn

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*New character time, what do y'all think?*

The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.

 *For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*

Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.

*MY DBD RETURNS*

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*New character time, what do y'all think?*

The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.

 *For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*

Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.

 *Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*

 After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.

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*MY DBD RETURNS*

 *Hello Alaric, we missed you.*

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*Anyone else's DDB just shut down for a small amount of time?*

*Yeah. It’s Maintenance Day.*

 *fuuuuun.*

*You know, I wonder what the technicians who keep these forums up think about our little taverns and threads. It would be hilarious if there’s a bunch of WOTC employees who view Adohand’s Kitchen as their own little soap opera of online nerds. Maybe they even have posters of the pfps of their favorite taverngoers and debate about our characters or something.*

 *Like gods watching over people.*

*yeah. kind of grim if you think too hard about it, since they can just erase threads with no trace left behind whenever they want*

 

*nihilismcore*

 *Wanna rp to escape the issues of reality?*

*you know it*

 *I got Kinko, Ichigo, Yuri, Morgana, Scott, Alix, Allison, and The Fey King.*

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*MY DBD RETURNS*

 *Hello Alaric, we missed you.*

 *Hello silly child, how goes it?*

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*New character time, what do y'all think?*

The world is a terribly diverse place, anyone can do anything with nearly no conceivable restriction, and even in the case there are some things stoppin' people, loopholes are surprisinly abundant. Outliers, people far from the norm, can be found if anyone were to look hard enough. Even if someone weren't to look too hard, they'd probably find an outlier without even knowin' it. On the outskirts of town is one of these outliers, the sound of the clopping trots of a horse against the ground, the smell of arid sand in the air, and a blazing sun pourin down. A man sits atop his horse in this scene, most of his face hidden by the brim of his brown leather hat and silky maroon bandana, his clothes an open cloak of coal black cloth. He wears a dirty suit underneath the cloak, cut and torn in places, although not revealing any skin because of the cloak on top. His hands hold the reins tightly, wearing two different gloves, each strange in its own way. One glove is a stark white with a golden cross outlined in the silk, the other is a jet black with a five pointed star crafted into the leather. He doesn't speak as he rides, the six shooter on his belt strange in a way of its own, the many other trinkets jangling with every step of the horse. He rides into town, lookin' for somethin' or maybe someone.

 *For some reason, I read over this and my first thought was Valorant.*

Kinko, who is opening her restaurant for the morning, watches quietly. She places her paws under her robes, large red eyes blinking.

 *Hmm, I should make a Valorant character.*

 After a while the horse passes the restaurant. She can see that it is a strong stead, ridden by a man who appears to be strong as well. He hops off the horse, his feet bare against the pavement, his eyes not visible. He is quite tall, surprisingly so. He lets the horse wander, whispering to it before letting it go, walking inside with his hands in his pockets.