Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
Smidge watches with interest.
The dragon burps a spark and hops around with Smidge and the canary. "So what brings you here?"
"People." Eaton says watching Smidge. Smidge bats at the canary playfully
Paris grunts. "I wish I was better with people. All I can make is these." His gauntlet motions to the automatons.
"Most of my friends are animals. I suppose we are all crazy in our own ways." Smidge wanders over to Paris and stares at him
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
Smidge watches with interest.
The dragon burps a spark and hops around with Smidge and the canary. "So what brings you here?"
"People." Eaton says watching Smidge. Smidge bats at the canary playfully
Paris grunts. "I wish I was better with people. All I can make is these." His gauntlet motions to the automatons.
"Most of my friends are animals. I suppose we are all crazy in our own ways." Smidge wanders over to Paris and stares at him
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
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.
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
Smidge watches with interest.
The dragon burps a spark and hops around with Smidge and the canary. "So what brings you here?"
"People." Eaton says watching Smidge. Smidge bats at the canary playfully
Paris grunts. "I wish I was better with people. All I can make is these." His gauntlet motions to the automatons.
"Most of my friends are animals. I suppose we are all crazy in our own ways." Smidge wanders over to Paris and stares at him
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
Smidge watches with interest.
The dragon burps a spark and hops around with Smidge and the canary. "So what brings you here?"
"People." Eaton says watching Smidge. Smidge bats at the canary playfully
Paris grunts. "I wish I was better with people. All I can make is these." His gauntlet motions to the automatons.
"Most of my friends are animals. I suppose we are all crazy in our own ways." Smidge wanders over to Paris and stares at him
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
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.
Albwin is sleeping on the couch. His hair flutters off of his forehead each time he breathes out.
Osmar is drawing in his journal.
My new character is rolling a marble for his pseudodragon
The person in the bronze suit glances over as his clockwork canary tries to play with the pseudodragon.
The pseudodragon tilts its head and blinks at it with bright green eyes
The person's armor creaks and the canary hops around the dragon. The wielding mask looks at the other person and says: "Sorry about that. I can stop it if you want me to."
Eaton looks up. "No its fine. Smidge needs a playmate."
The person extends a gauntleted hand. "My name is Paris. Nice to meet you. And Smidge."
Eaton shakes the hand. "Names Eaton, Eaton Mersk. Druid of the Swordcoast."
The machine underneath the Paris' cloak spits out more steam. "A druid huh? Never met a druid. I go by He/Him by the way, and I am an artificer, if you haven't guessed already."
"Huh, never heard of an artificer. I also go by he/him." Eaton chuckles a little. "Sorry, I haven't been around people for a long time."
"Likewise. I was bored, and heard this place was fun." Paris reaches into his cloak and retrieves a small dragon figure, a little smaller than Smidge. "I made this a while ago." He releases it and winds it up.
Smidge watches with interest.
The dragon burps a spark and hops around with Smidge and the canary. "So what brings you here?"
"People." Eaton says watching Smidge. Smidge bats at the canary playfully
Paris grunts. "I wish I was better with people. All I can make is these." His gauntlet motions to the automatons.
"Most of my friends are animals. I suppose we are all crazy in our own ways." Smidge wanders over to Paris and stares at him
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
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.
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.
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear 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.
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
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.
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
Eaton smirks slightly. "Did I make you embarrassed? Sorry..."
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
Eaton smirks slightly. "Did I make you embarrassed? Sorry..."
Paris shakes his head. "I just spend too much time around machines..."
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.
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
Eaton smirks slightly. "Did I make you embarrassed? Sorry..."
Paris shakes his head. "I just spend too much time around machines..."
"I spend to much time around animals. Look where that's gotten me. People called me the crazy man...."
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
Eaton smirks slightly. "Did I make you embarrassed? Sorry..."
Paris shakes his head. "I just spend too much time around machines..."
"I spend to much time around animals. Look where that's gotten me. People called me the crazy man...."
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.
"Our own ways." Paris absentmindedly scratches Smidges chin while looking at eaton. You can't see much behind his mask.
Smidge gives a happy purr. Eaton hums a small song while absentmindedly flipping a coin
Paris watches Eaton's moves like a hawk, and his hands fiddle with some pieces of metal.
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear skin.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
Eaton smirks slightly. "Did I make you embarrassed? Sorry..."
Paris shakes his head. "I just spend too much time around machines..."
"I spend to much time around animals. Look where that's gotten me. People called me the crazy man...."
"I guess we have something in common then."
"Yep." he rest his chin on his hand and watches Smidge play with a marble
"Why are you watching me? Am I that cool?" he says jokingly
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You can hear the smile in Paris' voice. "You don't know half of it."
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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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"Are you being serious?" Eaton tilts his head slightly, confused but flattered if he isn't
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Paris chuckles "I've just never seen a druid before. Or not one like you." His fingers twiddle with the scrap metal.
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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.
"Thats nice to know I'm the first one you've ever met." he says while smiling. He rolls a marble for Smidge who goes chasing after it.
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"Yeah. I should probably get out more." He sounds a little embarrassed.
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.
"I don't think so. Your interaction skills are a lot better than mine. Also no need to be embarrassed." Eaton says with a kind smile
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"Really? Thanks." Paris motions to take off his mask.
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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.
"No problem. Do you want me to close my eyes until you take off your mask?"
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"No...it's fine. You seem like a nice person." He removes the wielding mask and you see the tip of a scar poking out on his left cheek. The rest of the scar is mostly hidden by his cloak. "Sorry for not taking it off earlier, I'm a little shy." He grins. Other than the scar Paris' face is remarkably unremarkable. He is clean shaven and has clear 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.
"You look great. You should keep the mask off more often."
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Paris blushes "Maybe." He puts the mask back on. "Maybe later."
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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 smirks slightly. "Did I make you embarrassed? Sorry..."
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Paris shakes his head. "I just spend too much time around machines..."
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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.
"I spend to much time around animals. Look where that's gotten me. People called me the crazy man...."
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"I guess we have something in common 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.
"Yep." he rest his chin on his hand and watches Smidge play with a marble
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