Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
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Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and his pulls the bow off his shoulder quickly drawing it back and sending an arrow streaking into the deer carcass, trailing frost and extinguishing the majority of the flames.
"What the [1gp?]" He pull out his sickle, on guard.
Yazrin smiles grimly, sending a second arrow into the carcass, extinguishing the rest of the flames.
"Alright that's it," He sets himself of fire with Investiture Of Fire, "Show Yourself!" He looks around at all angles.
Yazrin chuckles, and leaps from his perch in the tree, rolling to absorb the shock, and coming up with his bow still at the ready. His maroon eyes flash, and a slightly amused smile is on his face.
He turns, malicious grin on his face "Oh so youre the fun extinguisher, well, what have you messing with me? Rāxern The Fiery?" He slowly circles him, scorching the grass under him.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
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"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
No one answers.
*Barachiel is downstairs.*
Atemos goes downstairs. “Barachiel?”
An angel with stained red wings looks up at Atemos.
“I’m a friend of Valian’s. You’re having memory issues?”
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.
Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"What was that last bit?"
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
"Ah, must be some project,"
"Im trying to find the reason why vegetation i need is gone in places that are common"
"Well I'm not an herbalist so sorry." They shrug
"its alright" he said and smiled warmly
"So what's your name?"
"Im stroth" he said
"Gust, would I be of any help In this?" They sit down in a nearby chair.
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
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"That doesn't sound good, but uh, he seems fine, just like no memory of what his life was before, His name is Barachiel, I don't know where he is but you could always check my room, tell him your a friend of mine if you do decide to talk to him."
Atemos nodded. “I’ll leave you to settle in the room for now. Just push all my stuff to the corner.”
Atemos walks over to Valian’s room and knocks.
No one answers.
*Barachiel is downstairs.*
Atemos goes downstairs. “Barachiel?”
An angel with stained red wings looks up at Atemos.
“I’m a friend of Valian’s. You’re having memory issues?”
Stroth was inside, He was watching maps, that were held up by invisible forces, circle around him while trying to figure how the ingredients he needed were being stolen from their spots in the world. He rubbed his eyes, he had been awake all night and had not one spot of rest. The places had no meaning, no specialties, they were just places in the world. He unstuck a ruby pin that was stuck in one of the maps and sighed, messing with it.
Lore sat outside. She was in the middle of a field of yellow wildflowers with her dogs who ran around, nipping at bugs in the air around them. Lore had two ethereal books open besides her, floating in mid air. She sipped tea while reading them carefully as a form of a ethereal centaur made of metal appeared besides her. The two seemed to speak to each other in some sort of language. (Anyone who comes to her is in stealth mode because she doesn't notice them)
Gust walks near, "so what's all this?" *whether you need description or not they wear a red blindfold over their eyes.
*Nope, i know em*
"In-working-status project" he said then cussed to himself in abyssal
"What was that last bit?"
"Just frustrated and tired" he said
"Ah, must be some project,"
"Im trying to find the reason why vegetation i need is gone in places that are common"
"Well I'm not an herbalist so sorry." They shrug
"its alright" he said and smiled warmly
"So what's your name?"
"Im stroth" he said
"Gust, would I be of any help In this?" They sit down in a nearby chair.
"I can't of much for you to do mate, but i thank you for the help" he said with a kind smile
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
A floating book comes by *can she see into the eahterial realm?*
*Yes, actually*
*Then she see a Wood elf's ghost accompanying it, wearing Bard clothes of old design.* He seems like he thinks he can't be seen.
"Hello there, undead"
"h, oh, you can see me, hello." he waves, slightly disappointed that he didn't get a good reaction.
"Whats your name?"
"Alexander, yours?" He starts laying in the air, moving the book out of the way.
"Acvomalia of Sogel. But I prefer Malia"
"Nice to meetcha. What're you doing?"
"Mostly just exploring. What about you?"
"Mostly trying to get reactions from people about the floating book." He focuses himself into the material plane & points at the book following them.
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
"Why?"
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Elendon is on the roof, talking to the spectral image of a dragon.
Tohono is at the bar.
He hears the sound of something feral tearing through flesh & meat.
He quickly seems to vanish in the shadows, pulling out his longbow as he does so, and follows the sounds.
He sees the figure of Rāxern tearing into a deer corpse with his teeth *you know him? as in description.*
*Nope.*
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and he raises his longbow.
*FYI, He's currently invisible courtesy of Gloomstalker's 'Dread Ambusher.'*
*I thought it was yazrin, also here sorry had difficulty copying his intro post, he's a Tanar'ri demon from my homebrew world so his appearance described is his true form*
A tree in the distance erupts in flame from a flask shattering on it, cackling heard soon after, its a rough but high-ish pitched voice, the tree's kicked down after its weakened, the fire spreading to some nearby grass before it all quells down. A figure jumps onto the charred tree, its a 5'6" red skinned person, with horns going back and up, to a pointed tip. They have yellow almost lizard like eyes, a split ended tongue, hands that go to little claws, & their skin is harder & rougher then regular flesh, like it's almost scaled. They wear simple black clothing under numerous bits of gear, a backpack, a pouch above their right hip, a vendetta of flasks with a thick grey-black liquid, a small quiver on their left thigh with crossbow bolts that go to the light crossbow hung on their right thigh, rough bladed daggers strapped to the front of each thigh, a sickle on their right side with an equally rough blade, alchemists tools ready to use on the left side of the back pack, & leather armour underneath all the gear. "All here will know the name of Rāxern The Explosive! AHAHAHAHA!" He gives a crazed smile with his ragged teeth, but still manages to make it look nice.
He continues eating it.
*It is Yazrin, brain no work because no sleep, lol*
Yazrin's eyes narrow further/
*He don't have invisibility sight so I don't think he can do anything.*
He finishes, tossing the rest of the carcass away while getting up.
Yazrin continues watching, not entirely willing to engage him, but his bow fully drawn and ready to fire.
He stretches his hand for a moment, facing what's left of the deer.
Yazrin slings his bow back over his shoulder, the arrow vanishing as he releases the tension. He moves to the nearest tree and climbs into its lower branches, continuing to watch.
He casts Burning Hands onto the corpse of the deer, Chuckling as it sets ablaze.
Yazrin's eyes narrow, and his pulls the bow off his shoulder quickly drawing it back and sending an arrow streaking into the deer carcass, trailing frost and extinguishing the majority of the flames.
"What the [1gp?]" He pull out his sickle, on guard.
Yazrin smiles grimly, sending a second arrow into the carcass, extinguishing the rest of the flames.
"Alright that's it," He sets himself of fire with Investiture Of Fire, "Show Yourself!" He looks around at all angles.
Yazrin chuckles, and leaps from his perch in the tree, rolling to absorb the shock, and coming up with his bow still at the ready. His maroon eyes flash, and a slightly amused smile is on his face.
He turns, malicious grin on his face "Oh so youre the fun extinguisher, well, what have you messing with me? Rāxern The Fiery?" He slowly circles him, scorching the grass under him.
Yazrin chuckles slightly to himself, lowering his bow, which exudes a powerful magical aura, and seems to be carved like dragon wings. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan, ranger and scout in service of Eilistraee."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
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Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Acvomalia is outside, walking around the tavern, looking excited and curious
The swords are chanting about destroying 'slavers'
Lore watches the swords, fascinated by their movement
Must.... Destroy.... Destroy the slavers.... Start with the weak.... Despair to the strong
She narrows her eyes and folds her arms
They seem to stare(?) at her, without eyes Do you support the slavers? We have been freed. We wont be used again
"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
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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.
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"I don't support those who hold others down, but planning to murder the weak makes you just as bad"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Just a book? Why are you trying to get reactions?"
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)
The weak slavers. To punish them. They will be given their just deserts
NNCHRIS: SOUL THIEF, MASTER OF THE ARCANE, AND KING OF NEW YORKNN
Gdl Creator of Ilheia and her Knights of the Fallen Stars ldG
Lesser Student of Technomancy [undergrad student in computer science]
Supporter of the 2014 rules, and a MASSIVE Homebrewer. Come to me all ye who seek salvation in wording thy brews!
Open to homebrew trades at any time!! Or feel free to request HB, and Ill see if I can get it done for ya!
Characters (Outdated)
He turns, malicious grin on his face "Oh so youre the fun extinguisher, well, what have you messing with me? Rāxern The Fiery?" He slowly circles him, scorching the grass under him.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Well the book is my anchor & I'm just causing a little mischief." He gives a smirk.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Who imprisoned you" she said, sympathy in her voice
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Why?"
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)
*Sorry, I had a test. Math sucks.*
"Yeah. Who are you?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
"Gust, would I be of any help In this?" They sit down in a nearby chair.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
Many. All of us had individual wielders.
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)
*it does*
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"I can't of much for you to do mate, but i thank you for the help" he said with a kind smile
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Fun." He starts being upside down as he floats with her.
She/They/it
Keep in mind I'm in the UK so my time zone's GMT.
Definitely not an undead.
"Mischief is only fun with real reason. A cause"
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)
"Each of you lot had someone wielding you? do you remember anything, faces, titles, even a smidge of information so i can try a peaceful approach before you slaughter them"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Yazrin chuckles slightly to himself, lowering his bow, which exudes a powerful magical aura, and seems to be carved like dragon wings. "Yazrin Tlin'Orrza, former firstboy of the Twelfth house of Menzoberranzan, ranger and scout in service of Eilistraee."
We all remember. We all know who enslaved us. The first target is an elf. Blonde with blue tips. Called Kalnor
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)
"But he's a basic commoner, how would he have something like you in the past?" She asked
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
He and Mithis each carried one. Linkblades.
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)
Barachiel is preening his wings.
Scill is fostering a saproling.
Paris is picking berries.
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.