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Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc.
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took.
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them.
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed.
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting.
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold
Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde.
*welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.*
Iccauhtli is following the undead horde.
They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold
She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting.
They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things
She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed.
They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them
She continues watching them, still following directly behind them.
They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5
She takes note of the characteristics of who they took.
It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc.
She makes her way to the front of the horde to see where they are going.
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Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead
Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead
The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them
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She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going.
They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them
Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath
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Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square
She goes to the center of the town square, and waits.
Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath
The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits.
An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here"
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton
Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting"
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here"
"And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner.
Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting"
When he gets near it turns and grabs him, "Who are you?"
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here" "And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner.
"Because this in't a place you're allowed,"
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here" "And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner. "Because this in't a place you're allowed,"
"Under what reasoning?" The glow from under her cloth got a little brighter than usual.
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting" When he gets near it turns and grabs him, "Who are you?"
"I'm Thomas" he said and continued smiling "you seem to have a hand on me. Take it off now"
Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here" "And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner. "Because this in't a place you're allowed," "Under what reasoning?" The glow from under her cloth got a little brighter than usual.
"You do not have our masters mark, therefore you are her without allowance or permission"
Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting" When he gets near it turns and grabs him, "Who are you?" "I'm Thomas" he said and continued smiling "you seem to have a hand on me. Take it off now"
It tilts it's head, glaring at him, "You do not give orders, nor are you marked. What is your buisness here?"
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here" "And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner. "Because this in't a place you're allowed," "Under what reasoning?" The glow from under her cloth got a little brighter than usual. "You do not have our masters mark, therefore you are her without allowance or permission"
"I will stay anyways."
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting" When he gets near it turns and grabs him, "Who are you?" "I'm Thomas" he said and continued smiling "you seem to have a hand on me. Take it off now" It tilts it's head, glaring at him, "You do not give orders, nor are you marked. What is your buisness here?"
"Oh! this!" he said and grinned from ear to ear before delivering a headbutt to its face
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Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here" "And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner. "Because this in't a place you're allowed," "Under what reasoning?" The glow from under her cloth got a little brighter than usual. "You do not have our masters mark, therefore you are her without allowance or permission" "I will stay anyways."
"No, you will not. Unless you wish to be tied up until our master comes, you will have to stay outside the town"
Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 She takes note of the characteristics of who they took. It was pretty much anyone. Men, women, children, etc. She makes her way to the front of the horde seeing where they are going. They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square She goes to the center of the town square, and waits. An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here" "And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner. "Because this in't a place you're allowed," "Under what reasoning?" The glow from under her cloth got a little brighter than usual. "You do not have our masters mark, therefore you are her without allowance or permission" "I will stay anyways." "No, you will not. Unless you wish to be tied up until our master comes, you will have to stay outside the town"
Her snakes lifted up her cloth as she grabbed the undeads head, and she looked deep into it's eyes, turning it into stone.
Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from WendigoOfLore >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> Quote from AlaricBloodhunter >> Quote from 0verkill >> *welp, I'm casting Zylna into the imaginary fire pits.* Iccauhtli is following the undead horde. They're currently taking random stuff from the village, usually weapons and gold She looks closer at what is being taken, taking note of what they could mainly be targeting. They appear to ignore food items, targetting weapons, armor, magical things She walks around with them, keeping an eye out for anything useful that they may have missed. They're rather thorough, since theres around 300 of them She continues watching them, still following directly behind them. They've captured a couple townsfolk, around 4-5 Thomas, comes out from his hiding and watches the town folk as the plead The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting" When he gets near it turns and grabs him, "Who are you?" "I'm Thomas" he said and continued smiling "you seem to have a hand on me. Take it off now" It tilts it's head, glaring at him, "You do not give orders, nor are you marked. What is your buisness here?" "Oh! this!" he said and grinned from ear to ear before delivering a headbutt to its face 18
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*OOOOOF, just barely*
The undead moves it's face just out of the way, "Violence will only get you shredded," It says threateningly
She makes her way to the front of the horde to see where they are going.
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The undead don't generaly listen, especially since they aren't intelligent enough to understand. However, one undead steps forward to talk to them
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They're generally just rounding up the townsfolk, holding them in the town square
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Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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Thomas unhooks his sword and takes it out of its sheath
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She goes to the center of the town square, and waits.
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The undead that stepped forward is more noticable than the others, as it isn't an average zombie or skeleton
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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An undead grabs her shoulder, "Apologys, but you aren't allowed here"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Thomas leans forward and sniffs it then pulls back "i dont know what i was expecting"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"And why is that, Damien's minion?" Her snake hair hissed slightly at the undead in a warning manner.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
When he gets near it turns and grabs him, "Who are you?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Because this in't a place you're allowed,"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Under what reasoning?" The glow from under her cloth got a little brighter than usual.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I'm Thomas" he said and continued smiling "you seem to have a hand on me. Take it off now"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"You do not have our masters mark, therefore you are her without allowance or permission"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
It tilts it's head, glaring at him, "You do not give orders, nor are you marked. What is your buisness here?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"I will stay anyways."
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Oh! this!" he said and grinned from ear to ear before delivering a headbutt to its face
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"No, you will not. Unless you wish to be tied up until our master comes, you will have to stay outside the town"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Her snakes lifted up her cloth as she grabbed the undeads head, and she looked deep into it's eyes, turning it into stone.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
*OOOOOF, just barely*
The undead moves it's face just out of the way, "Violence will only get you shredded," It says threateningly
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND