Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
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Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
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Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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 is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
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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.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
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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.
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
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Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
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Stroth is inside. He is laying on the couch, resting his eyes for a bit before he was deciding to go back outside to hunt for more ingredients for his potions.
Roman was asleep upstairs.
Zylna, of course, follows.
Stroth says something French to himself and chuckles "good morning Zylna"
"Morning. What are you fetching today?"
"moss!"
Zylna seems dubious. "Any moss? Or a specific type?"
"Specific type, Lichen moss, it glows brightly so it should be easy to find"
"Okay." Zylna waled for a bit in silence. "So, what was your little adventure like?"
"Hm?" he said, coming back into normality "It was fine, I went to under ground to hunt down a person who was mixed up with some rather.... dangerous substances"
"Drugs?"
"..... Not really" he said and put on his gas-mask
"What?"
"its a touchy subject zylna, i would like it if we dropped it please" he said
She rolled her eyes. "I mean, considering you know a lot about me, I'd like to hear at least a bit more about you, but fiiiine."
"Thank you" He said, a bit of relief in his voice. He kept the door of the tavern open for her to walk through
*Lol, I imagined them already outside, but nope, they've just reached the door. XD*
She walked out and waited for him. "So anything else?"
*Me and your's brains dont agree*
"Like what?"
"Anything else happen? Or is all of it personal?" She crossed her arms, having said the last part with a tinge of annoyance. *Almost put annoyment because I forgot annoyance was a word.*
He looked away then seemed to stare at his hands. He reached into his bag and pulled out a vial or a red liquid that seemed to clot up the bottle. "This is what's left of them"
"Who? The person?"
he nods, now seeming annoyed
"What does that have to do with anything?"
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Did you know the person?"
He nods but remains quiet
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
"My wife" he said
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
He begins to remain quiet again
She pokes his mask.
"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
She pokes his mask again.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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he nods, now seeming annoyed
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"What does that have to do with anything?"
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"Hi, I'm Niko." Niko devours the pancakes and gives him the money needed.
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.
Stroth snatches the vial back and stuffs it back in his pockets "lets go"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Did you know the person?"
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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.
He nods but remains quiet
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Are you here alone?"
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(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.
"Yep"
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.
She walks for a bit before scrambling up his leg, then up his back to hang onto his shoulder. "What were they to you?"
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Do you need...anything?" Kometh looks a little uncomfortable.
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.
"My wife" he said
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I need to find phosphor to repower the Sun. Do you have phosphor here?"
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.
"Huh. Did you turn her into a drink, or did someone else?"
*Lol, Zylna is not being gentle.*
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I could help you look. What does phosphor look like?"
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.
He begins to remain quiet again
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She pokes his mask.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
Theren is chopping vegetables in the kitchen
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"Please leave me alone, I just want quie
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
She pokes his mask again.
Want a place to roleplay in your spare time? Here: Lord's Rest Inn
Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
stroth sighs and stops, setting zylna down
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]