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.
Szathk has transferred their entire attention to Cractalus by now, and their eyes are glowing green almost around the clock.
Cractalus's eye is hidden, he looks more normal now. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
"Well why? I'm a cactus, not like I'm THAT handsome..."
"Don't do anything that would compromise the multiverse, please. We're just getting used to it."
"Tu m'embrouilles."
"So? Why would I care whether you're tired or not? Just... If you do anything, we'll know."
"I... said I was confused. I'm a Calamity Cactus, I'm on your side."
"Hmm... Sure. No one but the Collective is on the side of the Collective."
"Look, I don't care about the Collective. A day will come in the future when everything you care about will change!" Cractalus tips his straw hat and glows orange. "Until then, I'll be watching you! I ' l l b e w a t c h i n g y o u . . . " He vanishes in a flash of light.
Szathk's eyes flash green and Cractalus must make a DC 26 Wisdom save.
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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.
Szathk has transferred their entire attention to Cractalus by now, and their eyes are glowing green almost around the clock.
Cractalus's eye is hidden, he looks more normal now. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
"Well why? I'm a cactus, not like I'm THAT handsome..."
"Don't do anything that would compromise the multiverse, please. We're just getting used to it."
"Tu m'embrouilles."
"So? Why would I care whether you're tired or not? Just... If you do anything, we'll know."
"I... said I was confused. I'm a Calamity Cactus, I'm on your side."
"Hmm... Sure. No one but the Collective is on the side of the Collective."
"Look, I don't care about the Collective. A day will come in the future when everything you care about will change!" Cractalus tips his straw hat and glows orange. "Until then, I'll be watching you! I ' l l b e w a t c h i n g y o u . . . " He vanishes in a flash of light.
Szathk's eyes flash green and Cractalus must make a DC 26 Wisdom save.
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.
Szathk has transferred their entire attention to Cractalus by now, and their eyes are glowing green almost around the clock.
Cractalus's eye is hidden, he looks more normal now. "What are you looking at?"
"You."
"Well why? I'm a cactus, not like I'm THAT handsome..."
"Don't do anything that would compromise the multiverse, please. We're just getting used to it."
"Tu m'embrouilles."
"So? Why would I care whether you're tired or not? Just... If you do anything, we'll know."
"I... said I was confused. I'm a Calamity Cactus, I'm on your side."
"Hmm... Sure. No one but the Collective is on the side of the Collective."
"Look, I don't care about the Collective. A day will come in the future when everything you care about will change!" Cractalus tips his straw hat and glows orange. "Until then, I'll be watching you! I ' l l b e w a t c h i n g y o u . . . " He vanishes in a flash of light.
Szathk's eyes flash green and Cractalus must make a DC 26 Wisdom save.
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As Cractalus disappears, something tries (and fails) to peek into his mind.
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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.
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.
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.
Two figures step into the tavern, they both wear similar clothing, black cloaks over darkly colored fine-looking clothes, almost like nobles. One of the figures, the more masculine looking one, has two swords sheathed on his belt, and the other, a more feminine looking one, has a book strapped to her belt. Neither of their full faces are visible at the moment, but the lower half of their faces reveal pale complexions, the bottom half of black hair, the woman having much longer hair than the man, obviously, and tight-pursed, almost professional, lips.
*Truesight details only: They both seem to be connected by a black, ethereal chain, one end at the hilt of one of the man's swords, and the other on the spine of the woman's book.*
*I have no idea why that's messed up.*
The pair walk over to the bar and takes seats next to each other. "What are the lunch options for today?" The woman spoke up to [Insert name of whoever is nearby and operating the bar].
Kometh walks back to the bar area and answers. "We have a veggie or meat soup with bread. It'll be 3 sp each."
"Vegetable for me, meat for him." She drops 6 sp onto the counter.
"I'll have that in a minute." He takes the money and walks towards the kitchen and returns with the food. "Enjoy your meal." He continues cleaning the bar.
They both remove their hoods. They seem to be twins, jet black hair, grey eye color, and even similar nose features. The biggest differences were that they each had a different black tattoo on their left cheeks. The man had a sword, and the woman had a book. They begin eating the soup with very good manners.
Kometh eyes them after the tiefling walks in. "Would you like any drinks?"
The woman dabbed her lips with a napkin. "Water for me."
The man thought for a moment. "Some tea for me."
"Of course." He places the glass of water on a tray and after a while, the tea as well. He walks over and places the drinks on the table.
The both drink in unison, taking a few small sips before setting them down. The man spoke up. "So I heard a new goddess or something has been born, or made, which was it again, sister?"
"I forget, Dip, but perhaps this one right here can confirm for us." She sipped some more water.
"Yes, I suppose that was the purpose of the question to begin with."
*Pretty sure this was missed.*
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"No"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"It has....personal value."
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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.
"Yes."
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Szathk's eyes flash green and Cractalus must make a DC 26 Wisdom save.
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Harry Potter stuff is cool.
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Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"What kind?"
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"Other than keeping me sane in the underdark? It used to be my boyfriend's."
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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.
"Uh-huh. Who was your boyfriend? And... what's a boyfriend?"
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I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
Kometh flushes with anger. "He was a great person. And none of your business."
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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 shrugged, unclipping the lantern and tossing it to him. "I just wanted to know what a boyfriend was."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"To be honest, I don't know either." Cractalus offers helpfully.
I am an Arachpriest, Cat Cultist, Sauce Monk, Angel of Death, and First Spinjitzu Master.
I play Thirteen the necromancer elf, Timber the tabaxi child, and more at the tavern. Hope you like yams!
Oh yeah, don't forget to be kind and loving and stuff. Not on during weekends.
As Cractalus disappears, something tries (and fails) to peek into his mind.
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"A male romantic partner. Thank 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.
"Oh, a lover, I just never heard that term before."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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Kometh sighs and returns to the bar, looking a little older and a little more sad.
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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.
Zylna appears on the bar counter, sitting cross-legged. "So, did he die or something?"
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"Yeah, while we were escaping."
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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.
"From what? How?"
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Drow society. Riding a lizard."
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.
*Pretty sure this was missed.*
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
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