The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
*Blueberry jam* This process continues until Kensuri's iris' are full on orange, & there's more necrotic energy in Webb than blood.
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
"Yeah I should have expected that, I still think your pretty cute, now, put up your hammock & brace yourself for the pain, as the best way to do this is drain you of blood until you, die, I know that sounds wrong."
“Eh beats being squished” he puts his hammock up between two trees and lays in it
"Okay, this is your last chance, once I do this there's no going back, so are you sure you want to do this?"
“Yes” he said that in such complete confidence it’s scary
She inhales with worry, but let's it out with a sigh, "Okay, brace yourself for your last living moments." She lifts his head, & takes a bite into his jugular, drinking his blood until there's too little for him to survive. *God this sounds bad out of context*
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more, as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
*Blueberry jam* This process continues until Kensuri's iris' are full on orange, & there's more necrotic energy in Webb than blood.
[[ ooOoh ]] his arms and legs stiffen, as his own irises turn slightly purple
*For a more in depth description, 5 bricks are sticking out, each around 5 feet from each other in random directions, though none are near the center of the wall*
She puts her hand against the center of the wall.
She feels it rumbling slightly, a constant gentle vibration
"Kalnor, come over and feel this."
He does so, and as he does the vibration seems to speed up "Thats... Definitely odd..."
"The music must be coming from behind this."
"It seems like it.. Do you think it opens somehow?"
"It probably does."
"Should we try to get it open? And how?"
"Maybe it has something to with the bricks sticking out?"
"Bricks sticking out?" He seems to.just now see them "Oh! Probably... Do we just press them or something?"
"Do you want to try?"
"Sure!" He tries pushing on one that was directly above his hand, the vibration of the wall slows, and the brick doesnt seem to budge
"It definitely affected it."
"Should we do ot to all if them? Its not really moving.."
"Why don't we try?"
"Ok!" He presses 2 of the 5 with his hands
She presses two more.
"How do we get the last?"
"Maybe an elbow?"
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All stars fade. Some stars forever fall. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Homebrew (Mostly Outdated):Magic Items,Monsters,Spells,Subclasses ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
*I have no idea :] *
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
*For a more in depth description, 5 bricks are sticking out, each around 5 feet from each other in random directions, though none are near the center of the wall*
She puts her hand against the center of the wall.
She feels it rumbling slightly, a constant gentle vibration
"Kalnor, come over and feel this."
He does so, and as he does the vibration seems to speed up "Thats... Definitely odd..."
"The music must be coming from behind this."
"It seems like it.. Do you think it opens somehow?"
"It probably does."
"Should we try to get it open? And how?"
"Maybe it has something to with the bricks sticking out?"
"Bricks sticking out?" He seems to.just now see them "Oh! Probably... Do we just press them or something?"
"Do you want to try?"
"Sure!" He tries pushing on one that was directly above his hand, the vibration of the wall slows, and the brick doesnt seem to budge
"It definitely affected it."
"Should we do ot to all if them? Its not really moving.."
"Why don't we try?"
"Ok!" He presses 2 of the 5 with his hands
She presses two more.
"How do we get the last?"
"Maybe an elbow?"
"Alright!" He reaches out to the last with his elbow, and the walls vibration completely stops. Suddenly, the bricks click, popping out of the wall
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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)
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*bye!*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
The door gets kicked open. A man, standing 6'4, walks in. He is extremely muscular by the looks of how he fills out the sleeves of his jacket. He wears a long brown outlaw's duster trench-coat with golden buttons, no shirt so his chest was bare, long brown trousers that are coated with dust, a thick leather belt with a solid gold belt buckle, thick boots with leather laces, and a black cloth mask with an upside down red star on it.
His chest has the brand-marking of a pentagram burnt on it, multiple bullet holes are peppered on his chest, they run red with dark red blood that drips down his chest, getting soaked up by the belt of his pants. He rolls up his mask, breathing heavily. He grits his teeth as he sits down at a booth, lighting a cigarette, and laying his head back.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Brand again! Should I do something with Jerimiah again or? Also did last encounter with them happen if he's reintroduced?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
*I have no idea :] *
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*Hmm, whatever."
Jerimiah slithers up, "Hey there again, 'The Brand' was it? You need help those though?" He points at the bullet holes.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ lmao yes it does ]] his body clenches up, like, well, a spider, since spiders use a hydraulic blood system to move their legs… webb’s blood is blue and a little sticky, it glows in the moonlight too [[ back from making samich ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
She keeps hold, only having more, & enjoying it more as she goes on, meanwhile her eyes get some orange in them from something. *Ah, what kind of Sandvich?*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He grits his teeth, bearing the pain [[ fried eggy samich with cheese and potat chisps ]]
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"ill get them after i get fifty drinks in me or so"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*ooooh* She only has more & more, until Webb starts running lower on blood, her eyes getting more orange with her growing enjoyment of the blood.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Goddamn, I can't even take that many drinks."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ I can only imagine this [[1gp]] tastes like honey to her or something ]] his face grows incredibly pale, loosing most of it’s previous warmth
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
*Blueberry jam* This process continues until Kensuri's iris' are full on orange, & there's more necrotic energy in Webb than blood.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
He chuckles and smiles "well care for one or two?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I never turn down a free drink, sure thing pard'ner."
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
[[ ooOoh ]] his arms and legs stiffen, as his own irises turn slightly purple
I have stolen your shredded cheese.
AgateElk8337’s Doppelgänger
"Maybe an elbow?"
All stars fade. Some stars forever fall.
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If there was no light, people wouldn't fear the dark.
He nods and flags down a waitress, ordering himself a red dragon lager. "what do you want?" he asked and put a bag of gold coins on the table
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Alright!" He reaches out to the last with his elbow, and the walls vibration completely stops. Suddenly, the bricks click, popping out of the wall
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)