Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
*I've been bothering xan a lot, and looks like he's trying to do a murder, so i'll leave him be for a bit*
Aovin is also in the woods, but has no clue Cold is there, just enjoying the fact that he can be away from everything in there
Azazel is walking by, but then stops and watches Adder exercise
Cold watches and suddenly appears beside him "Hello"
Adder is up to about 98 before stopping and lying on the grass, panting.
Aovin jumps, falling onto his sude, "Cold! warnings please"
Azazel smiles, "Need something to drink?"
"Sorry" the tiefling says and smiled a bit under his mask.
"Ill be fine..." he said and chuckled "You forget i can go days on end without needing to drink or eat"
"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
Emmet starts a little. "O-Okay."
"There are to many people in this world and its getting crowded" he said and keeps direct eye contact with Emmet
Emmet winces. "So... Who?"
"I haven't decided yet" he says "Maybe but this is the anger talking but it could be you" he joked a bit
Emmet visibly steels himself. His left hand stops shaking. "If you so wish."
Xan smiles "Consider this a test of loyalty" he said
"Who, Where, When."
"Whoever you want" he said with a grin "Call it a treat"
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.
*Good morning all! Been a bit occupied with a DnD Lore MC Server, lol. So much fun, and so much going down.*
*ELENDON!*
*THEREN!! :D*
*How has thou been?*
*Depressed, but well enough. HBU?*
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*Good morning all! Been a bit occupied with a DnD Lore MC Server, lol. So much fun, and so much going down.*
*ELENDON!*
*THEREN!! :D*
*How has thou been?*
*Depressed, but well enough. HBU?*
*Hating high school with a burning passion, but other than that im fine. Been posting some cool photos on a website called Flickr. Here is the link so feel free to check it out. How are you?*
*just asked that...*
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The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
Emmet starts a little. "O-Okay."
"There are to many people in this world and its getting crowded" he said and keeps direct eye contact with Emmet
Emmet winces. "So... Who?"
"I haven't decided yet" he says "Maybe but this is the anger talking but it could be you" he joked a bit
Emmet visibly steels himself. His left hand stops shaking. "If you so wish."
Xan smiles "Consider this a test of loyalty" he said
"Who, Where, When."
"Whoever you want" he said with a grin "Call it a treat"
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can, the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
*I've been bothering xan a lot, and looks like he's trying to do a murder, so i'll leave him be for a bit*
Aovin is also in the woods, but has no clue Cold is there, just enjoying the fact that he can be away from everything in there
Azazel is walking by, but then stops and watches Adder exercise
Cold watches and suddenly appears beside him "Hello"
Adder is up to about 98 before stopping and lying on the grass, panting.
Aovin jumps, falling onto his sude, "Cold! warnings please"
Azazel smiles, "Need something to drink?"
"Sorry" the tiefling says and smiled a bit under his mask.
"Ill be fine..." he said and chuckled "You forget i can go days on end without needing to drink or eat"
"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
"Um... nothing." he shrugs, leanings against him as he sits down
"wh-" azazel yelps a bit as he's pulled down, before laughing, "Now what are you doing?"
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
*I've been bothering xan a lot, and looks like he's trying to do a murder, so i'll leave him be for a bit*
Aovin is also in the woods, but has no clue Cold is there, just enjoying the fact that he can be away from everything in there
Azazel is walking by, but then stops and watches Adder exercise
Cold watches and suddenly appears beside him "Hello"
Adder is up to about 98 before stopping and lying on the grass, panting.
Aovin jumps, falling onto his sude, "Cold! warnings please"
Azazel smiles, "Need something to drink?"
"Sorry" the tiefling says and smiled a bit under his mask.
"Ill be fine..." he said and chuckled "You forget i can go days on end without needing to drink or eat"
"Its fine," he replys, sitting back up
"Yeah, but its not healthy." he huffs
Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
"Um... nothing." he shrugs, leanings against him as he sits down
"wh-" azazel yelps a bit as he's pulled down, before laughing, "Now what are you doing?"
Cold watches and reaches out, patting Aovin's head.
"Being bored because your interrupted my training. I dont even remember the number i was at now because of you" he teased
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
Emmet starts a little. "O-Okay."
"There are to many people in this world and its getting crowded" he said and keeps direct eye contact with Emmet
Emmet winces. "So... Who?"
"I haven't decided yet" he says "Maybe but this is the anger talking but it could be you" he joked a bit
Emmet visibly steels himself. His left hand stops shaking. "If you so wish."
Xan smiles "Consider this a test of loyalty" he said
"Who, Where, When."
"Whoever you want" he said with a grin "Call it a treat"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
*Make a perception check*
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You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
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𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Cold sits down beside him "what are you doing?"
"awwwwww look at you being worried" Adder said and grabbed him by the hips and dragged him downwards.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Depressed, but well enough. HBU?*
Emmet nods. "Now?"
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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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The brush and tree's rustle as a man runs through them. he pants heavily as if his body was not running fast enough. His clothes are tattered with dried blood, the color of rust. He keeps looking behind himself quickly as if running from a monster. He trips on a tree root and is sent careening forward in the dirt and grass.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Whenever you want?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
A half-elf walks in front of him. "You want some help?"
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"yes please" the man says, out of breath. He reaches up to take their hand but before he can, the sound of something slicing the air shoots at him. A large metal hook on a rusted chain pierces into the man's flesh. "No... NO!" he screams in panic trying to grasp to the ground before he is dragged back into the woods and into the darkness.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Anyways, Characters! All five of mine are open, so Imma just list 'em!*
Aricyra
Soldaer
Phantom (in moon elf form)
Yazrin
Iralias
The half-elf sighs as he draws his longsword and starts walking into the woods. "ANother day in the exciting life of Theren Dotsk." he mutters to himself.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
"Um... nothing." he shrugs, leanings against him as he sits down
"wh-" azazel yelps a bit as he's pulled down, before laughing, "Now what are you doing?"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
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A half-elf accidentally walks into Phantom not paying attention to where he is going.
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Make a perception check*
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
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Cold watches and reaches out, patting Aovin's head.
"Being bored because your interrupted my training. I dont even remember the number i was at now because of you" he teased
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Emmet nods and starts walking toward the town.
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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.
Phantom, surprisingly, considering he looks to be an elf, doesn't move. The Half-elf might as well have bumped into a brick wall.
You see figures in the shadows of the woods, racing around as if like deer..... or wolves.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘