Lord's Rest Inn

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(you want to rp jobah?)

*sure*

Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.

Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks in the forest.

Suhou is striding through a barren part of the fields east of the town, a little bit of divine light seeping into the ground at their every step.

 They get the feeling of being watched 

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*Cursebutcher now wields a silenced desert eagle loaded with cursed rounds. I've also altered his power so that his main ability is just using atavism to return to a baser state, a monstrous form with more power. He typically chooses only to transform parts of himself, like giving himself claws and sharp teeth or just a menacing presence. He needs to activate this to use stolen powers.*

*Ricky Zalistar is now his foil, and is a wildcard deadbeat dad and fellow Hunter.*

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*anyway, want to rp?*

 *Shore*

Thirteen is preparing a lesson on the Negative Plane at the bar with a cup of tea. The crescents of Transcendence have become more defined in his eyes, but he seems genuinely happy to be passing knowledge on to the next generation of magic users.

Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.

Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks.

Riotan is out on the town with no particular goal.

 *Hmmmmmm do I want to use the character I made specifically to interact with Thirteen or anyone else...*

*use whoever you want for whichever of my characters you want*

 Thirteen gets the feeling that the Abyssal Plane has somehow leaked into this plane. The smell of rotting flesh, cave dirt, and ichor permeating from a cave entrance. A carriage, made from woven spider silk, mushroom wood, and glittering gold is at the mouth of it. Two large spiders with eyes as red as blood pull the carriage. The door to the carriage opens as a drow woman, taller than most her kind, steps out. 

She is easily 6'1. She has dark grey skin, the same pointed ears all elves or drow have but down turned towards the name of her neck, straight long white hair like an icy waterfall, and eyes with whitish-blue irises. She wears the staple dress of a drown matron, a long, mermaid style black dress with motifs of spiders across it in silver thread. She has a belt on that has a tome of sorts attached to it. She holds a cigarette between her fingers as she curses in elvish at a what appears to be a map in her other hand. She takes a drag of the cigarette, tapping the end. Ashes fall to the ground, purple in color with embers of blue. 

Thirteen sighs. “Just one peaceful morning is all I ask for…” He laments quietly to himself, then takes up his journal and flail and goes to see what the disturbance is.

 She turns towards the spiders, sighing. She pets their heads with the affection that only a pet owner has and grumbles.

“Madame, may I inquire as to the reason for your passage through this land?” He calls to her.

 She whips around, pulling out a small, hand-held pistol, pointing it at him "Who're you?"

Thirteen drops his satchel, flail, and spellbook and raises his hands. “A local scholar with the epithet of Thirteen. I am only asking out of curiosity, and mean no ill will.” He says evenly, trying to not instigate further action.

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*sure*

Mauric is cooking a slab of mimic meat that keeps turning to glass or wood for a second, prompting Mauric to stab it with the spatula to change it back.

Loriche is gathering sulfur-rich rocks in the forest.

Suhou is striding through a barren part of the fields east of the town, a little bit of divine light seeping into the ground at their every step.

 They get the feeling of being watched 

The small god flattens themself on the ground, their halo of mist fading. Their wide eyes dart around, looking for the source of this paranoid feeling.

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*Ima do a proper intro for Thane.*

 “Heaven has no room for sinners with noble hearts.” These are the last words Thane can remember before the pain. Before he could hear his heart beat throbbing in his ear. Before he could feel his blood in his veins. Before he felt his flesh and scales being torn off of his body, reattached and torn again. Before his bones were shattered to nothing and repaired over the span of years, just to simply to broken again once he was no longer used to the pain. That’s what he had to experience until his mind of muddled to nothing more than the most simple of thoughts and the echoes of the pain he once was forced into. He wanders into the town under the orders of his forced masters, his body a disheveled excuse from what it once was. His appearance is basically Bob from Overwatch is he was an undead Dragonborn with a greataxe. He is held under the magical grasp of a few simple words “No Gods. No Lords. Only Men and Blood.” *What do yall think? Specifically I want to know how well I did in Baalze’s eyes.*

 *Hmm, moving this if anyone wants to see it.*

*really like it*

Riotan sees this odd newcomer and arches an eyebrow, following after them. He flicks out his tongue to taste the emotional effluence of Thane’s mind on the air.

 The taste is nearly overwhelming. If Riotan weren’t a creature of such things himself his mind would have easily collapsed under the pressure, under a fraction of the pain. Thane moves with steps he doesn’t want to take, his bones crunching and repairing with every one. *Thane is the typical Gentle Giant turned to evil.*

Rio is very happy about this, since he is the Misery Eater after all. He continues following Thane, feeding off of his torment.

 After a while Thane does notice. Stopping in the middle of the street before beginning to approach Rio, heavy steps getting heavier as they get closer.

Riotan also stops, watching him approach with interest, wondering how exactly he’ll react.

 Thane stands over Riotan, one hand reaching up to them, putting his hand on their head, his grip heavy. Grapple:33

Thane can easily grab onto Riotan’s head, but the runes on his scales sear a vivid vermillion, delivering a mild burn. You take 12 fire damage. Riotan is rather unimpressed. “That’s your best move?” He asks.

 He doesn’t flinch from the burn, his flesh simply sizzling as his own infernal runes appear along his form. Dex save or take 9. He begins walking again, carrying Riotan by the head, dragging him along with him silently.

Dex: 18 Riotan simply allows this to happen. “A devil then? Shame. We could’ve gotten on so well.” He remarks sadly.