*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
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*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
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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.
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
She chuckled with him, taking the other glass. "You killed a dragon?"
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There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
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*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
She chuckled with him, taking the other glass. "You killed a dragon?"
"I didn't buy that head that's mounted over my fireplace, that's for sure." He says with a laugh, his pale green eyes flashing.
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
She chuckled with him, taking the other glass. "You killed a dragon?"
"I didn't buy that head that's mounted over my fireplace, that's for sure." He says with a laugh, his pale green eyes flashing.
She chuckled again, albeit a bit more nervously. "How nice!" She sips her drink, starting wonder if this was the best decision.
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There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
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.
There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
The Silmith is shaking their head sadly as they stand.
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There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
The Silmith is shaking their head sadly as they stand.
The person shoulders the terrarium and runs over. "What happened?"
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.
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
She chuckled with him, taking the other glass. "You killed a dragon?"
"I didn't buy that head that's mounted over my fireplace, that's for sure." He says with a laugh, his pale green eyes flashing.
She chuckled again, albeit a bit more nervously. "How nice!" She sips her drink, starting wonder if this was the best decision.
Soldaer takes a sip of his glass, studying her reaction. "You have no reason to be nervous, Love. The dragon attacked my village unprovoked, even killing several of the elders when they tried to reason with it. Of course it was going to be hunted and killed for that." He shrugs taking another sip. "I'm a ranger and druid. It's my duty to protect people."
There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
The Silmith is shaking their head sadly as they stand.
The person shoulders the terrarium and runs over. "What happened?"
"The transmitter couldn't handle the strain. Either the copper wire was old and bad, or I didn't have enough potatoes; all I can do is hope the transmission was strong enough to reach command."
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There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
The Silmith is shaking their head sadly as they stand.
The person shoulders the terrarium and runs over. "What happened?"
"The transmitter couldn't handle the strain. Either the copper wire was old and bad, or I didn't have enough potatoes; all I can do is hope the transmission was strong enough to reach command."
"Are you okay?" The person smells strongly of flowers and has a pale green skin.
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.
*Time to have Soldaer finally come downstairs then. He's been forgiven, so he's in a good mood now.*
Soldaer walks downstairs and notices Kai and Love. Would you like some help there? He asks Love.
So.... much.... catnip....
Soldaer sighs. Oh boy...Would you like me to get you away from that man? I can, if you want me to.
Ughhhh.... yesssss....
Soldaer chuckles to himself, and walks over. He grabs one of Love's hands, and promptly vanishes in a swirl of mist, taking her with him. He teleported both of them up to his room, where he promptly has Shade close the door so Kai won't follow. "There you go. Away from that crazy man. I'm Soldaer, who are you?"
"Love..." She still seems a bit out of it from all the catnip.
Soldaer chuckles again. "It's nice to meet you, Love. I think I can help you feel more yourself if you want, too."
She limply waved her hand at him. "Noo.... I'm... away... now... let... me.... enjoy... this...."
Soldaer chuckles. "Alright." He gestures to the one of the chests. "There's food in there if you get hungry, and drinks in the cabinet in the corner, although considering how you are feeling right now, I don't think alcohol is the best option for you. In the meantime, I'm gonna lay back down for a bit." He walks back over to the bed, removing his weapon belt and armor, and lays down, closing his eyes.
She lays there for the next hour or so before sitting up, back to normal.
"I'm fine now. Thanks, by the way, that was sooooo humiliating."
Soldaer sits up, and faces her. "No problem." He says with a slight chuckle. "It was slightly amusing how you were acting, but I knew you probably hated it." Soldaer moves to put his weapon belt and armor back on. "So, I haven't seen you around here before. When'd you come to the Tavern?"
"Earlier today, actually."
"Well, in that case, let me give you a proper, and polite, welcome. Sorry about how that guy was treating you. most of the people here are much nicer than he was."
"Oh, well thank you kindly, then."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
She chuckled with him, taking the other glass. "You killed a dragon?"
"I didn't buy that head that's mounted over my fireplace, that's for sure." He says with a laugh, his pale green eyes flashing.
She chuckled again, albeit a bit more nervously. "How nice!" She sips her drink, starting wonder if this was the best decision.
Soldaer takes a sip of his glass, studying her reaction. "You have no reason to be nervous, Love. The dragon attacked my village unprovoked, even killing several of the elders when they tried to reason with it. Of course it was going to be hunted and killed for that." He shrugs taking another sip. "I'm a ranger and druid. It's my duty to protect people."
She nodded, tooootally convinced. "Oh, so you're like a royal knight, but, y'know, not royal?"
*Gtg for today, see y'all tomorrow!*
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There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
The Silmith is shaking their head sadly as they stand.
The person shoulders the terrarium and runs over. "What happened?"
"The transmitter couldn't handle the strain. Either the copper wire was old and bad, or I didn't have enough potatoes; all I can do is hope the transmission was strong enough to reach command."
"Are you okay?" The person smells strongly of flowers and has a pale green skin.
"An explosion as weak as this could not kill me; plus, I was standing several feet away."
"Of course." Soldaer says with a smile. "Now, can I interest you in a drink or some food? I've got quite the selection of fine spirits from my homeworld."
"Hmm... sounds nice, as long as I don't get drugged again."
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Soldaer laughs before moving over to the pantry and pulling out a bottle filled with some vibrant red liquid as well as a pair of cups. "Desmianian Fire Whiskey. Brewed with Fireblossom seeds and a hint of cinnamon." He explains as he pours some into each glass, and taking a seat in one of the two chairs set on either side of the table at the foot of his bed.
She gets up off the floor and walks over, taking the other seat. "Oh, sounds like something a noble would keep."
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Zemetekile is attempting to repair his magnolia garden.
Scilloideae is laying in the grass with his flower.
Paris is melting bronze scraps.
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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.
The Silmith is watching the transmitter tear itself apart.
Caelum is pondering.
I am, as per usual, thinking evil thoughts.
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"Well, after having killed a dragon..." he gestures to the Adult Green Dragon head mounted on his mantle, "I had a lot of money, and with most of the gear i'd need already in my possession, I had to find something to spend some of it on." He says with a laugh.
She chuckled with him, taking the other glass. "You killed a dragon?"
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There's a loud bang from outside, and a pillar of smoke erupts from where the transmitter was. A small crater has been formed around, and the Silmith is on their knees, trying to scavenge any components.
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"I didn't buy that head that's mounted over my fireplace, that's for sure." He says with a laugh, his pale green eyes flashing.
She chuckled again, albeit a bit more nervously. "How nice!" She sips her drink, starting wonder if this was the best decision.
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The person laying in the grass starts and closes the terrarium holding the flower. He runs around the building to the crater.
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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.
The Silmith is shaking their head sadly as they stand.
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The person shoulders the terrarium and runs over. "What happened?"
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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 takes a sip of his glass, studying her reaction. "You have no reason to be nervous, Love. The dragon attacked my village unprovoked, even killing several of the elders when they tried to reason with it. Of course it was going to be hunted and killed for that." He shrugs taking another sip. "I'm a ranger and druid. It's my duty to protect people."
"The transmitter couldn't handle the strain. Either the copper wire was old and bad, or I didn't have enough potatoes; all I can do is hope the transmission was strong enough to reach command."
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"Are you okay?" The person smells strongly of flowers and has a pale green skin.
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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.
She nodded, tooootally convinced. "Oh, so you're like a royal knight, but, y'know, not royal?"
*Gtg for today, see y'all tomorrow!*
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"An explosion as weak as this could not kill me; plus, I was standing several feet away."
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.