Her eyes light up with a sharp inhale. "Whooa... Hi there!!" She offers a hand to it slowly, still keeping part of her attention on the first snound.
Its forked tongue flicks across her palm, while the other contorts itself to present its belly. The man exhales a puff of smoke away from the kipling. "Hello to you too."
She doesn't look up to him as she pets both of them excitedly. "Hello. You've got some lively little friends here." Her tone is a little cold, contrasting the expression on her face.
They snounds are enjoying the attention from a stranger. "Thanks." He frowns, and makes a solid attempt at being friendly. "What brings you here?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
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She tilts her head slightly, then seems to realize something and steps to the side. "Oh, sorry. Not even mine, but I guess old habits die hard." She shrugs slightly. "I like her." Something seems to dawn on her like an epiphany, causing her stripes to flash a little. "Can- .. Can I pet her?"
They laugh a little. “Sure. Watch the mouth though. She’ll bite your hand clean off, thinking it’s a carrot.” The person removes their helmet, revealing an air genasi in her early twenties. She has snow white hair, coiled into dreads, as well as a deep gray colored skin and copper tinted eyes. Her face has a few tattoos, most being vines and flowers.
(guys i swear im not this predictable most of the time but like WOWZA) Aria daintily runs over, giggling to herself. She rocks back and forth on her feet as she reaches up to scratch the warbat under the chin, though makes sure to give her the necessary time to adjust. She speaks up without turning around. "Who are you, by the way?"
She tilts her head slightly, then seems to realize something and steps to the side. "Oh, sorry. Not even mine, but I guess old habits die hard." She shrugs slightly. "I like her." Something seems to dawn on her like an epiphany, causing her stripes to flash a little. "Can- .. Can I pet her?"
They laugh a little. “Sure. Watch the mouth though. She’ll bite your hand clean off, thinking it’s a carrot.” The person removes their helmet, revealing an air genasi in her early twenties. She has snow white hair, coiled into dreads, as well as a deep gray colored skin and copper tinted eyes. Her face has a few tattoos, most being vines and flowers.
(guys i swear im not this predictable most of the time but like WOWZA) Aria daintily runs over, giggling to herself. She rocks back and forth on her feet as she reaches up to scratch the warbat under the chin, though makes sure to give her the necessary time to adjust. She speaks up without turning around. "Who are you, by the way?"
(actually i lied im definitely this predictable)
“Me? Uh.. Damon. Air Force. This is Dozer.” The warbat’s ear flicks, swiveling as she approaches. It makes a creaking sound, Damon whistling as if signaling it to relax. Dozer purrs a little as it gets chin scratches.
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“Me? Uh.. Damon. Air Force. This is Dozer.” The warbat’s ear flicks, swiveling as she approaches. It makes a creaking sound, Damon whistling as if signaling it to relax. Dozer purrs a little as it gets chin scratches.
She giggles a little as she pets it. "Air force, huh? That's neat. You staying in? Now that everything is over I figure most are going home, but I've seen exceptions, I guess. I was part of the Naval Forces, if it matters. I'm Aria, by the way." She waves behind her back with her off hand, now with a little more enthusiasm.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
They snounds are enjoying the attention from a stranger. "Thanks." He frowns, and makes a solid attempt at being friendly. "What brings you here?"
"Same reason as you, I figure? You served, correct? I was part of the Navy." She's smiling, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.
He drops the cigarette and grinds it into the ground with the heel of his boot. "Infantry here. Can't believe it's all over, huh?" He shrugs his arm with the rifle sung over it, and rubs his shoulder.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Me? Uh.. Damon. Air Force. This is Dozer.” The warbat’s ear flicks, swiveling as she approaches. It makes a creaking sound, Damon whistling as if signaling it to relax. Dozer purrs a little as it gets chin scratches.
She giggles a little as she pets it. "Air force, huh? That's neat. You staying in? Now that everything is over I figure most are going home, but I've seen exceptions, I guess. I was part of the Naval Forces, if it matters. I'm Aria, by the way." She waves behind her back with her off hand, now with a little more enthusiasm.
“Pleasure to meet you. I’m just in for the ceremony. I’m one of the patrol officers here, at least for the next two weeks.” Damn waves back a little.
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A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
"Well to celebrate! You survived it all didn't you? And we won. Zaidan is safer now. Has... Something happened to you in our time separated?"
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
"Well to celebrate! You survived it all didn't you? And we won. Zaidan is safer now. Has... Something happened to you in our time separated?"
He winces at the 'You survived it all' comment. "Nope... Nothing at all." He shakes his head, and picks up his snounds in one hand. "You remember Lusk and Gammon though, right?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
"Well to celebrate! You survived it all didn't you? And we won. Zaidan is safer now. Has... Something happened to you in our time separated?"
He winces at the 'You survived it all' comment. "Nope... Nothing at all." He shakes his head, and picks up his snounds in one hand. "You remember Lusk and Gammon though, right?"
"Who could think about forgetting them?" She gives one of those 2 fingered waves people sometimes do to small pets "I... I cant say Ive forgotten any faces from the battlefield."
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NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science] Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews! Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya! Characters (Outdated)
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
"Well to celebrate! You survived it all didn't you? And we won. Zaidan is safer now. Has... Something happened to you in our time separated?"
He winces at the 'You survived it all' comment. "Nope... Nothing at all." He shakes his head, and picks up his snounds in one hand. "You remember Lusk and Gammon though, right?"
"Who could think about forgetting them?" She gives one of those 2 fingered waves people sometimes do to small pets "I... I cant say Ive forgotten any faces from the battlefield."
"Ugh. Yeah." He sighs. "It's good to see you, Miss Eunomia." He places the snounds on the ground.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A tall, athletically built Clarifel with a long, violent-tinged horn goes to check in, a duffel bag and rifle easily carried over one shoulder. She's dressed in simple travelling breeches and a well-made blue blouse, which she wears with the stiff air of someone uncomfortable out of uniform, and her hair is cut in a blonde mullet tucked under an officer's cap, a nod to her occupation outside of it. Besides the firearm, she's armed with an ornate side sword sheathed at her waist and the suggestion of a smaller armament inside of one of her sleeves. She nods at Orcus and Eunomia, if they're present.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
"Well to celebrate! You survived it all didn't you? And we won. Zaidan is safer now. Has... Something happened to you in our time separated?"
He winces at the 'You survived it all' comment. "Nope... Nothing at all." He shakes his head, and picks up his snounds in one hand. "You remember Lusk and Gammon though, right?"
"Who could think about forgetting them?" She gives one of those 2 fingered waves people sometimes do to small pets "I... I cant say Ive forgotten any faces from the battlefield."
"Ugh. Yeah." He sighs. "It's good to see you, Miss Eunomia." He places the snounds on the ground.
"Same to you, sir Orcus! If nothing went wrong... What has happened to you since we all split up?"
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A helmeted humanoid figure lands a massive warbat in the clearing, both covered head to toe in armor. They bear the insignia of a Vroth noble House, a soldier judging from the colors. The scarred bat lets out a screech, ruffling its fur in irritation. The figure dismounts and takes a blueish apple out of their pocket, feeding it to the massive bat. The bat settles down a little, letting out a content sizzling sound, like a forge.
Orcus stumbles back and looks on in awe. "I haven't seen a warbat in years."
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A helmeted humanoid figure lands a massive warbat in the clearing, both covered head to toe in armor. They bear the insignia of a Vroth noble House, a soldier judging from the colors. The scarred bat lets out a screech, ruffling its fur in irritation. The figure dismounts and takes a blueish apple out of their pocket, feeding it to the massive bat. The bat settles down a little, letting out a content sizzling sound, like a forge.
Orcus stumbles back and looks on in awe. "I haven't seen a warbat in years."
The bat fluffs itself up a bit, as if in pride. “Really?” They say curiously, reigns in hand. “Don’t see many humans out on the front, so I suppose that makes sense.”
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They snounds are enjoying the attention from a stranger. "Thanks." He frowns, and makes a solid attempt at being friendly. "What brings you here?"
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
A new young clarifel girl- no older than 19 at most- enters, calmly looking around astride an ostritch horse. She wears studded leather armor, and carries a rather fancy rapier at her side, and a shield at her back. Her left pauldron and the shield both have the symbol of House Listonia proudly displayed. Her hair is a taupe brown, and her horn seems to have a slight pink tinge to it. As her yellow eyes scan the room, she nods to Orcus and Oleander with a slight smile
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
(guys i swear im not this predictable most of the time but like WOWZA)
Aria daintily runs over, giggling to herself. She rocks back and forth on her feet as she reaches up to scratch the warbat under the chin, though makes sure to give her the necessary time to adjust. She speaks up without turning around. "Who are you, by the way?"
(actually i lied im definitely this predictable)
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
“Me? Uh.. Damon. Air Force. This is Dozer.” The warbat’s ear flicks, swiveling as she approaches. It makes a creaking sound, Damon whistling as if signaling it to relax. Dozer purrs a little as it gets chin scratches.
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
She giggles a little as she pets it. "Air force, huh? That's neat. You staying in? Now that everything is over I figure most are going home, but I've seen exceptions, I guess. I was part of the Naval Forces, if it matters. I'm Aria, by the way." She waves behind her back with her off hand, now with a little more enthusiasm.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
"Same reason as you, I figure? You served, correct? I was part of the Navy." She's smiling, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.
:3
redpelt is my mother she legally adopted me
Orcus waves back. He's gotten a new tattoo that mirrors the burn scars from his right to the left, filled with twisting vines. He walks over and grins. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
He drops the cigarette and grinds it into the ground with the heel of his boot. "Infantry here. Can't believe it's all over, huh?" He shrugs his arm with the rifle sung over it, and rubs his shoulder.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
“Pleasure to meet you. I’m just in for the ceremony. I’m one of the patrol officers here, at least for the next two weeks.” Damn waves back a little.
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Φ • redpelt’s biggest fan :) DM, minmaxer, microbiology student, and lover of anything colored red • Φ
"You thought itd be that easy to escape a commanding officer? Cant get rid of me that easily! Thats some nice new ink you have"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Thanks." He seems downhearted, moreso than usual. Something happened in the few weeks he was away. "Still don't know why I was called here."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Well to celebrate! You survived it all didn't you? And we won. Zaidan is safer now. Has... Something happened to you in our time separated?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
He winces at the 'You survived it all' comment. "Nope... Nothing at all." He shakes his head, and picks up his snounds in one hand. "You remember Lusk and Gammon though, right?"
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Who could think about forgetting them?" She gives one of those 2 fingered waves people sometimes do to small pets "I... I cant say Ive forgotten any faces from the battlefield."
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
"Ugh. Yeah." He sighs. "It's good to see you, Miss Eunomia." He places the snounds on the ground.
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Orcus waves her over. "Feels like it's been forever." He has a new tattoo that mirrors his right side burn scars to his left, in twisting vines and flowers.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Same to you, sir Orcus! If nothing went wrong... What has happened to you since we all split up?"
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
Orcus stumbles back and looks on in awe. "I haven't seen a warbat in years."
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11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"I checked in on my family in the army, and went home." He grimaces and shrugs his shoulders. "Nothing much. How about you?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The bat fluffs itself up a bit, as if in pride. “Really?” They say curiously, reigns in hand. “Don’t see many humans out on the front, so I suppose that makes sense.”
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making a smoothie for meta
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