Meets DC beats it. She becomes sober fairly quickly "Oh..... hello, Soldaer. I.... Said quite a lot, didnt I...."
Soldaer laughs. "Yeah, a decent bit. I think you were just about as drunk as you were back in Sigil."
"Just about.... usually happens weekly. You.... Wanted to know about Joshua?"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "If you're willing to tell me, then yes."
She sighs "Follow me" She begins walking towards the end of the world
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Wolfe is half asleep, even though she just drunk three four cups of coffee.
Wyatt is bouncing around the tavern, pulling random people's pants down and running off, giggling madly.
-insert whoever-
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
*If I had a nickel for everytime someone messed with Taceli today... You know the rest.*
She's sitting at a table, drinking some coffee.
*Lol*
Theren sneaks up behind her.
Stealth: 12
She's too focused on her coffee to notice him.
Theren taps her shoulder.
"Hey, Avery."
Theren giggles. "Guess again."
She freezes.
Theren laughs again. "You alright?"
"T-Theren....?"
"Correct!" he giggles again and walks to sit down across from her
She looks extremely dumbfounded. "Are... you real?"
"Yep. As real as that cup of coffee." he says with a nod
She pokes the cup, half-expecting it to fade away as an illusion.
The cup doesn't fade. "You good?"
"h-how.... I was told you were dead.... again."
"Wish scroll. Phantom did it....can't remember everything though. Only can remember up to when you came back from the Feywild then I don't know." Theren says with a frown. "Memory relapse maybe?"
*-_-*
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"
*Hahahahaha. Weekends give me fun ideas*
"Yea." Theren shrugs
"So... you don't remember anything? At all?"
"Not much... I remember the Nightwalker and the Silent One. Then you leaving and coming back. Giving you a present then its just....blank."
"Oh...." Should I tell him what happened? How do I tell him?
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Wolfe is half asleep, even though she just drunk three four cups of coffee.
Wyatt is bouncing around the tavern, pulling random people's pants down and running off, giggling madly.
-insert whoever-
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
*If I had a nickel for everytime someone messed with Taceli today... You know the rest.*
She's sitting at a table, drinking some coffee.
*Lol*
Theren sneaks up behind her.
Stealth: 12
She's too focused on her coffee to notice him.
Theren taps her shoulder.
"Hey, Avery."
Theren giggles. "Guess again."
She freezes.
Theren laughs again. "You alright?"
"T-Theren....?"
"Correct!" he giggles again and walks to sit down across from her
She looks extremely dumbfounded. "Are... you real?"
"Yep. As real as that cup of coffee." he says with a nod
She pokes the cup, half-expecting it to fade away as an illusion.
The cup doesn't fade. "You good?"
"h-how.... I was told you were dead.... again."
"Wish scroll. Phantom did it....can't remember everything though. Only can remember up to when you came back from the Feywild then I don't know." Theren says with a frown. "Memory relapse maybe?"
*-_-*
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"
*Hahahahaha. Weekends give me fun ideas*
"Yea." Theren shrugs
"So... you don't remember anything? At all?"
"Not much... I remember the Nightwalker and the Silent One. Then you leaving and coming back. Giving you a present then its just....blank."
"Oh...." Should I tell him what happened? How do I tell 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.
Oscar walks inside. She goes upstairs for a minute, noticing that her clothing was now dampened with sweat. She reappears a few minutes later wearing a White button-up shirt and a double breasted suspenders/pants with with silver hoop earrings. She smiles, enjoying the dress thoroughly and how it hugs her curves nicely. Tink and Bonk purring with content as they sit on her shoulders. She hums to herself.
Soldaer walks inside a short time afterward and spots her. He motions to an unoccupied table in the corner, and pulls a bottle of Feywine out of one of his pockets with a smile.
She giggles to herself and saunters over, sitting down besides him. "Well good morning" she said and watched him.
"Good morning dear. Feeling better I see." He says with a chuckles as he leans over and gives her a kiss.
"Indeed, still some scars but otherwise fine" she said and kissed back
Soldaer reaches into another pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses, and deftly fills both with the Feywine, giving one to Oscar, and drinking from the other himself.
She chuckles "That jackets holds everything hm?" she asked, sipping hers.
Soldaer shrugs, chuckling. "It's got a couple extradimensional pockets in it, so it can hold just about anything I need it to. I had about four bottles of this stuff on me when E, Atemos, Avarice, and myself went to Sigil." He says, taking a sip on his glass.
The Feywine has an interesting combination of flavors. Honey, a very sweet fruity flavor, and several spices, including some Oscar can't identify.
She chuckled "sounded like fun" she said and grinned. She holds the neck of the glass, swirling around the wine a bit, watching its crimson liquid form a sort of whirlpool before stopping.
"It definitely was. Atemos, the Demon Lord, got drunk and tried licking a Dancing light I created." Soldaer laughs at the memory before taking another sip of his glass. "Took him a single swig of this magical alcohol E has called Syna to become that drunk, while it took me two whole bottles of my Feywine." He says with a chuckle.
She chuckles again and drinks back the wine in her glass with ease, seeming to not get soused a bit. She smiles "Last time I got drunk was with Abberon and Cindel. We were celebrating the end of a war time and everyone there got drunk."
Soldaer watches her with a smile on his face. "That does seem like a god reason to celebrate." He says before draining his glass and pouring another for each of them, also not even remotely drunk yet.
She takes the bottle from him and pours herself another glass "(GP) you for getting good wine, im a sucker for it"
Soldaer chuckles. "This isn't even the really good stuff. That's back up in my room." He says, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Hm" she said and tapped her glass against her teeth "Thats a maybe on the offer"
Soldaer smiles slyly. "C'mon. You know you're intrigued by that possibility." He puts the cork back on the bottle and slips it back into one of his pockets. "Shall we?" He asks, putting his arm out so she can slip her's through it.
She narrows her eyes and drinks back the glass of wine with ease. "fine then" she said and took his arm.
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her upstairs, not even bothering with the glasses. You didn't sound so sure, dear...Do you have other things on your mind?
Oscar walks inside. She goes upstairs for a minute, noticing that her clothing was now dampened with sweat. She reappears a few minutes later wearing a White button-up shirt and a double breasted suspenders/pants with with silver hoop earrings. She smiles, enjoying the dress thoroughly and how it hugs her curves nicely. Tink and Bonk purring with content as they sit on her shoulders. She hums to herself.
Eaton waves at her as Smidge watches Tink and Bonk
Oscar waves and strides over. Tink and Bonk stare back at Smidge
"Hello I'm Eaton. This is Smidge my pseudodragon familiar." Eaton says with a smile. Smidge bats at a marble sending it across the table.
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and bowed a bit. "This is bonk" she said and pointed to the rust colored pseudodragon with golden eyes "and his sister, tink" she said and pointed at the red-marron- and purpled scaled smaller Pseudodragon who was messing with the marble smidge had rolled.
Eaton looks over to Bonk and says in draconic, "Hello." then in common, "Nice to meet you as well."
Bonk narrows his gold eyes before curling around Oscar's neck like a scaly scarf. "Don't mind him, he's shy, unlike his sister." Oscar said and smiled
"I understand completely. Took awhile for Smidge to trust me." he says with a chuckle. Smidge blinks with his green eyes at the marble that Tink is playing with.
She chuckles and sits down. Tink passes the marble back, letting out some sort of noise that sounded like a eagle being strangled
"How did you meet Tink and Bonk?" Eaton asks as Smidge passes the marble back to Tink. Happy, happy. Smidge says to Oscar
"Expedition in the forests of Talathim" she said "I fed them btoh a piece of fruit and they started following me around"
"Sounds lovely. The woods are my favorite home."
"I agree, My home was in the middle of Lysondar woods. A place my father could not reach me"
Eaton frowns. "What happened with your father?" he takes a moment to realize what he said. "Y-you don't have to answer of course. Sorry, it's been a long time since I've had a human interaction."
She chuckles "No no, its fine. I rather tell about him so others don't fall to him. His name is Alleck, he's a archlich."
"Never heard of him. I hope I dont meet him. From what I've heard liches don't care about nature." he says with a shudder
She chuckles "My father didn't, he did see me as a daughter but as a protégé to take on his work. Then when he was granted lichdom, he said he feared me taking over and overthrowing him"
"What a jerk." Eaton says as Smidge sends the marble to Oscar.
Oscar chuckles "i suppose, but if I speak to freely of it, I might be labeled as a threat."
"I believe it. Never underestimate people."
"Before I ran, I took his helm, sword, and staff. I don't doubt he made himself another but hopefully it put a pause on his workP
"It probably slowed him down some."
'I would like to think so"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Oscar walks inside. She goes upstairs for a minute, noticing that her clothing was now dampened with sweat. She reappears a few minutes later wearing a White button-up shirt and a double breasted suspenders/pants with with silver hoop earrings. She smiles, enjoying the dress thoroughly and how it hugs her curves nicely. Tink and Bonk purring with content as they sit on her shoulders. She hums to herself.
Eaton waves at her as Smidge watches Tink and Bonk
Oscar waves and strides over. Tink and Bonk stare back at Smidge
"Hello I'm Eaton. This is Smidge my pseudodragon familiar." Eaton says with a smile. Smidge bats at a marble sending it across the table.
"Pleasure to meet you" she said and bowed a bit. "This is bonk" she said and pointed to the rust colored pseudodragon with golden eyes "and his sister, tink" she said and pointed at the red-marron- and purpled scaled smaller Pseudodragon who was messing with the marble smidge had rolled.
Eaton looks over to Bonk and says in draconic, "Hello." then in common, "Nice to meet you as well."
Bonk narrows his gold eyes before curling around Oscar's neck like a scaly scarf. "Don't mind him, he's shy, unlike his sister." Oscar said and smiled
"I understand completely. Took awhile for Smidge to trust me." he says with a chuckle. Smidge blinks with his green eyes at the marble that Tink is playing with.
She chuckles and sits down. Tink passes the marble back, letting out some sort of noise that sounded like a eagle being strangled
"How did you meet Tink and Bonk?" Eaton asks as Smidge passes the marble back to Tink. Happy, happy. Smidge says to Oscar
"Expedition in the forests of Talathim" she said "I fed them btoh a piece of fruit and they started following me around"
"Sounds lovely. The woods are my favorite home."
"I agree, My home was in the middle of Lysondar woods. A place my father could not reach me"
Eaton frowns. "What happened with your father?" he takes a moment to realize what he said. "Y-you don't have to answer of course. Sorry, it's been a long time since I've had a human interaction."
She chuckles "No no, its fine. I rather tell about him so others don't fall to him. His name is Alleck, he's a archlich."
"Never heard of him. I hope I dont meet him. From what I've heard liches don't care about nature." he says with a shudder
She chuckles "My father didn't, he did see me as a daughter but as a protégé to take on his work. Then when he was granted lichdom, he said he feared me taking over and overthrowing him"
"What a jerk." Eaton says as Smidge sends the marble to Oscar.
Oscar chuckles "i suppose, but if I speak to freely of it, I might be labeled as a threat."
"I believe it. Never underestimate people."
"Before I ran, I took his helm, sword, and staff. I don't doubt he made himself another but hopefully it put a pause on his workP
"It probably slowed him down some."
'I would like to think so"
Eaton nods as Smidge bumps Oscars hand with his head
Meets DC beats it. She becomes sober fairly quickly "Oh..... hello, Soldaer. I.... Said quite a lot, didnt I...."
Soldaer laughs. "Yeah, a decent bit. I think you were just about as drunk as you were back in Sigil."
"Just about.... usually happens weekly. You.... Wanted to know about Joshua?"
Soldaer chuckles slightly. "If you're willing to tell me, then yes."
She sighs "Follow me" She begins walking towards the end of the world
Soldaer nods, and follows.
She walks through a certain spot in the void wall
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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.
Oscar walks inside. She goes upstairs for a minute, noticing that her clothing was now dampened with sweat. She reappears a few minutes later wearing a White button-up shirt and a double breasted suspenders/pants with with silver hoop earrings. She smiles, enjoying the dress thoroughly and how it hugs her curves nicely. Tink and Bonk purring with content as they sit on her shoulders. She hums to herself.
Soldaer walks inside a short time afterward and spots her. He motions to an unoccupied table in the corner, and pulls a bottle of Feywine out of one of his pockets with a smile.
She giggles to herself and saunters over, sitting down besides him. "Well good morning" she said and watched him.
"Good morning dear. Feeling better I see." He says with a chuckles as he leans over and gives her a kiss.
"Indeed, still some scars but otherwise fine" she said and kissed back
Soldaer reaches into another pocket and pulls out a pair of glasses, and deftly fills both with the Feywine, giving one to Oscar, and drinking from the other himself.
She chuckles "That jackets holds everything hm?" she asked, sipping hers.
Soldaer shrugs, chuckling. "It's got a couple extradimensional pockets in it, so it can hold just about anything I need it to. I had about four bottles of this stuff on me when E, Atemos, Avarice, and myself went to Sigil." He says, taking a sip on his glass.
The Feywine has an interesting combination of flavors. Honey, a very sweet fruity flavor, and several spices, including some Oscar can't identify.
She chuckled "sounded like fun" she said and grinned. She holds the neck of the glass, swirling around the wine a bit, watching its crimson liquid form a sort of whirlpool before stopping.
"It definitely was. Atemos, the Demon Lord, got drunk and tried licking a Dancing light I created." Soldaer laughs at the memory before taking another sip of his glass. "Took him a single swig of this magical alcohol E has called Syna to become that drunk, while it took me two whole bottles of my Feywine." He says with a chuckle.
She chuckles again and drinks back the wine in her glass with ease, seeming to not get soused a bit. She smiles "Last time I got drunk was with Abberon and Cindel. We were celebrating the end of a war time and everyone there got drunk."
Soldaer watches her with a smile on his face. "That does seem like a god reason to celebrate." He says before draining his glass and pouring another for each of them, also not even remotely drunk yet.
She takes the bottle from him and pours herself another glass "(GP) you for getting good wine, im a sucker for it"
Soldaer chuckles. "This isn't even the really good stuff. That's back up in my room." He says, his eyes twinkling mischievously.
"Hm" she said and tapped her glass against her teeth "Thats a maybe on the offer"
Soldaer smiles slyly. "C'mon. You know you're intrigued by that possibility." He puts the cork back on the bottle and slips it back into one of his pockets. "Shall we?" He asks, putting his arm out so she can slip her's through it.
She narrows her eyes and drinks back the glass of wine with ease. "fine then" she said and took his arm.
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her upstairs, not even bothering with the glasses. You didn't sound so sure, dear...Do you have other things on your mind?
"Others things I suppose." She said, removing a neatly folded paper from her pocket
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Wolfe is half asleep, even though she just drunk three four cups of coffee.
Wyatt is bouncing around the tavern, pulling random people's pants down and running off, giggling madly.
-insert whoever-
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
*If I had a nickel for everytime someone messed with Taceli today... You know the rest.*
She's sitting at a table, drinking some coffee.
*Lol*
Theren sneaks up behind her.
Stealth: 12
She's too focused on her coffee to notice him.
Theren taps her shoulder.
"Hey, Avery."
Theren giggles. "Guess again."
She freezes.
Theren laughs again. "You alright?"
"T-Theren....?"
"Correct!" he giggles again and walks to sit down across from her
She looks extremely dumbfounded. "Are... you real?"
"Yep. As real as that cup of coffee." he says with a nod
She pokes the cup, half-expecting it to fade away as an illusion.
The cup doesn't fade. "You good?"
"h-how.... I was told you were dead.... again."
"Wish scroll. Phantom did it....can't remember everything though. Only can remember up to when you came back from the Feywild then I don't know." Theren says with a frown. "Memory relapse maybe?"
*-_-*
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"
*Hahahahaha. Weekends give me fun ideas*
"Yea." Theren shrugs
"So... you don't remember anything? At all?"
"Not much... I remember the Nightwalker and the Silent One. Then you leaving and coming back. Giving you a present then its just....blank."
"Oh...." Should I tell him what happened? How do I tell him?
"Speaking of, how do you like the present?"
"Theren.... it's been months since then...."
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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.
Wolfe is half asleep, even though she just drunk three four cups of coffee.
Wyatt is bouncing around the tavern, pulling random people's pants down and running off, giggling madly.
-insert whoever-
*Urge to mess with Taceli go brrrrr*
Theren is looking around the tavern for Taceli
*If I had a nickel for everytime someone messed with Taceli today... You know the rest.*
She's sitting at a table, drinking some coffee.
*Lol*
Theren sneaks up behind her.
Stealth: 12
She's too focused on her coffee to notice him.
Theren taps her shoulder.
"Hey, Avery."
Theren giggles. "Guess again."
She freezes.
Theren laughs again. "You alright?"
"T-Theren....?"
"Correct!" he giggles again and walks to sit down across from her
She looks extremely dumbfounded. "Are... you real?"
"Yep. As real as that cup of coffee." he says with a nod
She pokes the cup, half-expecting it to fade away as an illusion.
The cup doesn't fade. "You good?"
"h-how.... I was told you were dead.... again."
"Wish scroll. Phantom did it....can't remember everything though. Only can remember up to when you came back from the Feywild then I don't know." Theren says with a frown. "Memory relapse maybe?"
*-_-*
She stared at him, wide-eyed. "Are you serious?"
*Hahahahaha. Weekends give me fun ideas*
"Yea." Theren shrugs
"So... you don't remember anything? At all?"
"Not much... I remember the Nightwalker and the Silent One. Then you leaving and coming back. Giving you a present then its just....blank."
"Oh...." Should I tell him what happened? How do I tell him?
She sighs "Follow me" She begins walking towards the end of the world
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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!
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"Oh...." Should I tell him what happened? How do I tell him?
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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.
Soldaer chuckles, and leads her upstairs, not even bothering with the glasses. You didn't sound so sure, dear...Do you have other things on your mind?
"You alright?"
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'I would like to think so"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Eaton nods as Smidge bumps Oscars hand with his head
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Soldaer nods, and follows.
"Thats a yes." he sighs
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She walks through a certain spot in the void wall
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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!
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Soldaer stops momentarily before shrugging and following E through.
*I'm baaaaaaaaaaack. Summary of the last 130 pages?*
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Yeah."
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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.
Eaton pats his shoulder. "Your awfully quiet."
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"Others things I suppose." She said, removing a neatly folded paper from her pocket
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Theren.... it's been months since then...."
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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.
Therens smile fades. "What?"
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