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Erin Solstice
- Crazy Innkeeper of Liscor
- Deceiver
- Destroyer
- Erin
- Goblinfriend of Izril
- Grandmaster of Scales
- [Innkeeper] of Liscor
- Innkeeper of Liscor
- Innkeeper of Scales
- Innkeeper of Solstice
- ‘Joseph’
- Lady Chaos
- Sky
- That agent of chaos
- That damn Human
- The Crazy Human Innkeeper
- The Crazy Human of Liscor
- The Damsel of Drama
- The daughter of disarray
- The Harbinger of Hilarity
These are aliases for "Erin Solstice".
Aliases are alternative forms of a reference. They can include actual aliases for characters, nicknames, gendered variations of the some [Classes], plural variations, and even typos.
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| Chapter | Text |
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| 1.00 | She closed her eyes for a moment. Just a moment. She’d rest here to begin with, get her bearings, and then figure out what had happened and why. The adrenaline slowly drained out of her, and Erin Solstice leaned back, trying to get comfortable. |
| 1.00 | After a few minutes, Erin Solstice sat back up. The traveller, the first guest of this inn in ages, looked around and rubbed at her eyes. |
| 1.00 | Erin leapt to her feet, heart pounding. It hadn’t been a dream! She looked around and felt at her right arm. |
| 1.00 | The burns flared up again, and Erin winced. |
| 1.00 | The jet of violet flame had shot wide of her by a mile, but it had still broiled her right side. Her jeans had kept her right leg from burning as badly as her unprotected arm, but it still hurt. Erin had no idea how she’d dodged, but that had saved her life. She’d run out of that…cave…and then? |
| 1.00 | Now that she looked around, it was clear that a lot of things were wrong. Erin had been in old-fashioned buildings, even to Renaissance faires, but this—this was the real thing. |
| 1.00 | It should have been lively, Erin felt. She looked at the bar and imagined someone behind it, polishing a mug and serving a lovely cold drink of— |
| 1.00 | Erin’s longing sigh was accompanied by a third fit of coughing so long that she actually stumbled over to the door where it was pouring rain to gulp for air. |
| 1.00 | The dust! Her third assailant in this world was trying to kill her! Eyes streaming, Erin gulped for air. It was like she was breathing the stuff. She wiped at her face, coughed one more time, sneezed, then glared back at the inn. |
| 1.00 | Her voice trailed off. Erin looked around and felt the unbelievable nature of what had happened building on her. |
| 1.00 | She fought off a wave of panic threatening to engulf her. No—she couldn’t panic. She couldn’t—Erin glanced at the pouring rain. It was muffling anything from outside, but she clamped her mouth shut. |
| 1.00 | And with that, she got up and began to explore the inn. The first thing Erin actually did, before even venturing into other rooms, was check her pockets. |
| 1.00 | Most people went into their adventures well-equipped or with some nifty object that gave them an edge. Erin checked her pockets and found…nothing. If she’d known she was going to end up in this place, she would have brought along a backpack crammed full of essentials. And a gun. To fight off the little green men and the Dragon. |
| 1.00 | Erin’s forehead wrinkled as she circumnavigated the common room first, checking the tables and chairs for something, anything. All she found was more dust. |
| 1.00 | Erin hoped not. However, the Goblins and Dragon made her feel there was only one reasonable, unreasonable explanation. |
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