A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the back part of a wagon, which seems to have held pottery, judging by the sound of the smashing. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of porcelain that was stuck on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the path, looking around and up at the building in front of him.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
Theren who was outside smoking looks at them. "Hello."
He looks over for a moment, his ear twitching. Then, as though Theren didn't matter much, he looked away, ignoring Theren as he walks up to the building, going to open the door.
Theren puts out his cigarette and walks after the newcomer. "Hello?"
The leoning barely glances at him as he enters the building.
Theren follows him and once the leoning pauses Theren pokes his arm. "Dude. Are you deaf or something?"
"No. I simply am not interested in you. You can go away now." The leonin's voice is startlingly deep and manly, and he barely turns to look at Theren as he speaks, as though Theren is just a slightly annoying dog.
"Look hombre you ain't gonna find many interesting people here. We aren't nobility or whatever." Theren says eyeing the axe on his back.
"Neither am I. I earned this through war." He sniffs, his head turning to the side to look at Theren. His look was quite passive, as though he genuinely harbored no feelings at all to Theren. "Do not take it personally. You just are not in my league."
Theren laughs. "Look buddy, no disrespect or anything but I've fought through plenty of wars and I've fought a god to save this bloody world."
"Likewise. I fought in a god's war against other gods for years on end. I went into it a little cub, and came out a grown beast."
"Well how about we swap stories over drinks. I'll buy."
"Drinking does not bring me pleasure anymore." He looked away again, cracking his neck. "Stories I wouldn't mind."
Theren raises his hands. "Alright big guy. Lets sit down and swap stories."
The leonin pulls up a chain and sits down at a table, waiting for Theren to sit across from him.
Theren sits down across from the leonin. "Oh by the way, names Theren Dotsk." he says with a nod.
"Mavimus. What story do you want to begin with?"
"Lets see. Battle of the Lance. Fought there for a while."
"Details?"
"Lots of dragonfire, death, ect. I mean it's a war. Whaddya expect?"
"Some more description of what you did. For instance, in the War for Heaven, I had to carry 4 of my comrades to safety while lemures were surrounding us, so I cleaved my way through using this very axe with one hand. My comrades lived thanks to my efforts."
Theren sighs. "I had to defend a fort by myself as dragons attacked the fort relentlessly. Most of my comrades were injured, dead, or had deserted."
"I see. How large was this fort?"
"About 1000 feet by 1000 feet. It was large."
"Uh-huh. How long did this last?"
"A whole 5 days before the reinforcements arrived. Then I was sent to another place for war."
"What place was that?"
"The woods near the Swordcoast. Mostly just keeping bandits away."
"I see."
"What about you big guy?"
"In the War for Heaven, I was champion for the gods of good, fighting against the gods of evil and their minions. I entered the war thirteen and came out twenty nine. The most notable moment was when it was just me, a demigod, and a minor god of war on the front lines as our side built up their forces for another push to drive the evil back. There were many enemies, lemures, minor demons, chimeras, and of course mortal enemies like goblins, orcs, hobgoblins, and wicked humans. The three of us cleaved them down, no matter what, even though we were separated by nearly a mile. By the time our side was able to provide reinforcements, each of us had built up a wall of bodies, driving the enemies back by ourselves."
Theren whistles, impressed. "Not bad big guy. I respect that."
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the back part of a wagon, which seems to have held pottery, judging by the sound of the smashing. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of porcelain that was stuck on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the path, looking around and up at the building in front of him.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
Theren who was outside smoking looks at them. "Hello."
He looks over for a moment, his ear twitching. Then, as though Theren didn't matter much, he looked away, ignoring Theren as he walks up to the building, going to open the door.
Theren puts out his cigarette and walks after the newcomer. "Hello?"
The leoning barely glances at him as he enters the building.
Theren follows him and once the leoning pauses Theren pokes his arm. "Dude. Are you deaf or something?"
"No. I simply am not interested in you. You can go away now." The leonin's voice is startlingly deep and manly, and he barely turns to look at Theren as he speaks, as though Theren is just a slightly annoying dog.
"Look hombre you ain't gonna find many interesting people here. We aren't nobility or whatever." Theren says eyeing the axe on his back.
"Neither am I. I earned this through war." He sniffs, his head turning to the side to look at Theren. His look was quite passive, as though he genuinely harbored no feelings at all to Theren. "Do not take it personally. You just are not in my league."
Theren laughs. "Look buddy, no disrespect or anything but I've fought through plenty of wars and I've fought a god to save this bloody world."
"Likewise. I fought in a god's war against other gods for years on end. I went into it a little cub, and came out a grown beast."
"Well how about we swap stories over drinks. I'll buy."
"Drinking does not bring me pleasure anymore." He looked away again, cracking his neck. "Stories I wouldn't mind."
Theren raises his hands. "Alright big guy. Lets sit down and swap stories."
The leonin pulls up a chain and sits down at a table, waiting for Theren to sit across from him.
Theren sits down across from the leonin. "Oh by the way, names Theren Dotsk." he says with a nod.
"Mavimus. What story do you want to begin with?"
"Lets see. Battle of the Lance. Fought there for a while."
"Details?"
"Lots of dragonfire, death, ect. I mean it's a war. Whaddya expect?"
"Some more description of what you did. For instance, in the War for Heaven, I had to carry 4 of my comrades to safety while lemures were surrounding us, so I cleaved my way through using this very axe with one hand. My comrades lived thanks to my efforts."
Theren sighs. "I had to defend a fort by myself as dragons attacked the fort relentlessly. Most of my comrades were injured, dead, or had deserted."
"I see. How large was this fort?"
"About 1000 feet by 1000 feet. It was large."
"Uh-huh. How long did this last?"
"A whole 5 days before the reinforcements arrived. Then I was sent to another place for war."
"What place was that?"
"The woods near the Swordcoast. Mostly just keeping bandits away."
"I see."
"What about you big guy?"
"In the War for Heaven, I was champion for the gods of good, fighting against the gods of evil and their minions. I entered the war thirteen and came out twenty nine. The most notable moment was when it was just me, a demigod, and a minor god of war on the front lines as our side built up their forces for another push to drive the evil back. There were many enemies, lemures, minor demons, chimeras, and of course mortal enemies like goblins, orcs, hobgoblins, and wicked humans. The three of us cleaved them down, no matter what, even though we were separated by nearly a mile. By the time our side was able to provide reinforcements, each of us had built up a wall of bodies, driving the enemies back by ourselves."
Theren whistles, impressed. "Not bad big guy. I respect that."
"Of course. Respect is a given for warriors. Among other warriors, respect is a given to the best, and disrespect is nonexistent no matter the skill or lack of feats. A warrior spirit is one to be cherished and allowed to grow no matter what."
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A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the back part of a wagon, which seems to have held pottery, judging by the sound of the smashing. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of porcelain that was stuck on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the path, looking around and up at the building in front of him.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
Theren who was outside smoking looks at them. "Hello."
He looks over for a moment, his ear twitching. Then, as though Theren didn't matter much, he looked away, ignoring Theren as he walks up to the building, going to open the door.
Theren puts out his cigarette and walks after the newcomer. "Hello?"
The leoning barely glances at him as he enters the building.
Theren follows him and once the leoning pauses Theren pokes his arm. "Dude. Are you deaf or something?"
"No. I simply am not interested in you. You can go away now." The leonin's voice is startlingly deep and manly, and he barely turns to look at Theren as he speaks, as though Theren is just a slightly annoying dog.
"Look hombre you ain't gonna find many interesting people here. We aren't nobility or whatever." Theren says eyeing the axe on his back.
"Neither am I. I earned this through war." He sniffs, his head turning to the side to look at Theren. His look was quite passive, as though he genuinely harbored no feelings at all to Theren. "Do not take it personally. You just are not in my league."
Theren laughs. "Look buddy, no disrespect or anything but I've fought through plenty of wars and I've fought a god to save this bloody world."
"Likewise. I fought in a god's war against other gods for years on end. I went into it a little cub, and came out a grown beast."
"Well how about we swap stories over drinks. I'll buy."
"Drinking does not bring me pleasure anymore." He looked away again, cracking his neck. "Stories I wouldn't mind."
Theren raises his hands. "Alright big guy. Lets sit down and swap stories."
The leonin pulls up a chain and sits down at a table, waiting for Theren to sit across from him.
Theren sits down across from the leonin. "Oh by the way, names Theren Dotsk." he says with a nod.
"Mavimus. What story do you want to begin with?"
"Lets see. Battle of the Lance. Fought there for a while."
"Details?"
"Lots of dragonfire, death, ect. I mean it's a war. Whaddya expect?"
"Some more description of what you did. For instance, in the War for Heaven, I had to carry 4 of my comrades to safety while lemures were surrounding us, so I cleaved my way through using this very axe with one hand. My comrades lived thanks to my efforts."
Theren sighs. "I had to defend a fort by myself as dragons attacked the fort relentlessly. Most of my comrades were injured, dead, or had deserted."
"I see. How large was this fort?"
"About 1000 feet by 1000 feet. It was large."
"Uh-huh. How long did this last?"
"A whole 5 days before the reinforcements arrived. Then I was sent to another place for war."
"What place was that?"
"The woods near the Swordcoast. Mostly just keeping bandits away."
"I see."
"What about you big guy?"
"In the War for Heaven, I was champion for the gods of good, fighting against the gods of evil and their minions. I entered the war thirteen and came out twenty nine. The most notable moment was when it was just me, a demigod, and a minor god of war on the front lines as our side built up their forces for another push to drive the evil back. There were many enemies, lemures, minor demons, chimeras, and of course mortal enemies like goblins, orcs, hobgoblins, and wicked humans. The three of us cleaved them down, no matter what, even though we were separated by nearly a mile. By the time our side was able to provide reinforcements, each of us had built up a wall of bodies, driving the enemies back by ourselves."
Theren whistles, impressed. "Not bad big guy. I respect that."
"Of course. Respect is a given for warriors. Among other warriors, respect is a given to the best, and disrespect is nonexistent no matter the skill or lack of feats. A warrior spirit is one to be cherished and allowed to grow no matter what."
Theren nods. "Well said. Spoken like a true fighter."
A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the back part of a wagon, which seems to have held pottery, judging by the sound of the smashing. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of porcelain that was stuck on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the path, looking around and up at the building in front of him.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
Theren who was outside smoking looks at them. "Hello."
He looks over for a moment, his ear twitching. Then, as though Theren didn't matter much, he looked away, ignoring Theren as he walks up to the building, going to open the door.
Theren puts out his cigarette and walks after the newcomer. "Hello?"
The leoning barely glances at him as he enters the building.
Theren follows him and once the leoning pauses Theren pokes his arm. "Dude. Are you deaf or something?"
"No. I simply am not interested in you. You can go away now." The leonin's voice is startlingly deep and manly, and he barely turns to look at Theren as he speaks, as though Theren is just a slightly annoying dog.
"Look hombre you ain't gonna find many interesting people here. We aren't nobility or whatever." Theren says eyeing the axe on his back.
"Neither am I. I earned this through war." He sniffs, his head turning to the side to look at Theren. His look was quite passive, as though he genuinely harbored no feelings at all to Theren. "Do not take it personally. You just are not in my league."
Theren laughs. "Look buddy, no disrespect or anything but I've fought through plenty of wars and I've fought a god to save this bloody world."
"Likewise. I fought in a god's war against other gods for years on end. I went into it a little cub, and came out a grown beast."
"Well how about we swap stories over drinks. I'll buy."
"Drinking does not bring me pleasure anymore." He looked away again, cracking his neck. "Stories I wouldn't mind."
Theren raises his hands. "Alright big guy. Lets sit down and swap stories."
The leonin pulls up a chain and sits down at a table, waiting for Theren to sit across from him.
Theren sits down across from the leonin. "Oh by the way, names Theren Dotsk." he says with a nod.
"Mavimus. What story do you want to begin with?"
"Lets see. Battle of the Lance. Fought there for a while."
"Details?"
"Lots of dragonfire, death, ect. I mean it's a war. Whaddya expect?"
"Some more description of what you did. For instance, in the War for Heaven, I had to carry 4 of my comrades to safety while lemures were surrounding us, so I cleaved my way through using this very axe with one hand. My comrades lived thanks to my efforts."
Theren sighs. "I had to defend a fort by myself as dragons attacked the fort relentlessly. Most of my comrades were injured, dead, or had deserted."
"I see. How large was this fort?"
"About 1000 feet by 1000 feet. It was large."
"Uh-huh. How long did this last?"
"A whole 5 days before the reinforcements arrived. Then I was sent to another place for war."
"What place was that?"
"The woods near the Swordcoast. Mostly just keeping bandits away."
"I see."
"What about you big guy?"
"In the War for Heaven, I was champion for the gods of good, fighting against the gods of evil and their minions. I entered the war thirteen and came out twenty nine. The most notable moment was when it was just me, a demigod, and a minor god of war on the front lines as our side built up their forces for another push to drive the evil back. There were many enemies, lemures, minor demons, chimeras, and of course mortal enemies like goblins, orcs, hobgoblins, and wicked humans. The three of us cleaved them down, no matter what, even though we were separated by nearly a mile. By the time our side was able to provide reinforcements, each of us had built up a wall of bodies, driving the enemies back by ourselves."
Theren whistles, impressed. "Not bad big guy. I respect that."
"Of course. Respect is a given for warriors. Among other warriors, respect is a given to the best, and disrespect is nonexistent no matter the skill or lack of feats. A warrior spirit is one to be cherished and allowed to grow no matter what."
Theren nods. "Well said. Spoken like a true fighter."
"Those are the only words I would dare speak.Any other type of speech would be a disgrace to my legacy."
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A 6'11 leonin appears in the air, crashing directly into the back part of a wagon, which seems to have held pottery, judging by the sound of the smashing. He sits up and brushes the stray bits of porcelain that was stuck on him off. His fur is a nice creamy tan, and his mane was dominantly white with black streaks peppered throughout. He wears some half plate armor that consists of shoulder pads and a chest piece. He holds an ornate-looking greataxe in his hand, the handiwork almost.... noble. He stands up and takes a step off the car and onto the path, looking around and up at the building in front of him.
*Inspiration image in spoiler :3*
Theren who was outside smoking looks at them. "Hello."
He looks over for a moment, his ear twitching. Then, as though Theren didn't matter much, he looked away, ignoring Theren as he walks up to the building, going to open the door.
Theren puts out his cigarette and walks after the newcomer. "Hello?"
The leoning barely glances at him as he enters the building.
Theren follows him and once the leoning pauses Theren pokes his arm. "Dude. Are you deaf or something?"
"No. I simply am not interested in you. You can go away now." The leonin's voice is startlingly deep and manly, and he barely turns to look at Theren as he speaks, as though Theren is just a slightly annoying dog.
"Look hombre you ain't gonna find many interesting people here. We aren't nobility or whatever." Theren says eyeing the axe on his back.
"Neither am I. I earned this through war." He sniffs, his head turning to the side to look at Theren. His look was quite passive, as though he genuinely harbored no feelings at all to Theren. "Do not take it personally. You just are not in my league."
Theren laughs. "Look buddy, no disrespect or anything but I've fought through plenty of wars and I've fought a god to save this bloody world."
"Likewise. I fought in a god's war against other gods for years on end. I went into it a little cub, and came out a grown beast."
"Well how about we swap stories over drinks. I'll buy."
"Drinking does not bring me pleasure anymore." He looked away again, cracking his neck. "Stories I wouldn't mind."
Theren raises his hands. "Alright big guy. Lets sit down and swap stories."
The leonin pulls up a chain and sits down at a table, waiting for Theren to sit across from him.
Theren sits down across from the leonin. "Oh by the way, names Theren Dotsk." he says with a nod.
"Mavimus. What story do you want to begin with?"
"Lets see. Battle of the Lance. Fought there for a while."
"Details?"
"Lots of dragonfire, death, ect. I mean it's a war. Whaddya expect?"
"Some more description of what you did. For instance, in the War for Heaven, I had to carry 4 of my comrades to safety while lemures were surrounding us, so I cleaved my way through using this very axe with one hand. My comrades lived thanks to my efforts."
Theren sighs. "I had to defend a fort by myself as dragons attacked the fort relentlessly. Most of my comrades were injured, dead, or had deserted."
"I see. How large was this fort?"
"About 1000 feet by 1000 feet. It was large."
"Uh-huh. How long did this last?"
"A whole 5 days before the reinforcements arrived. Then I was sent to another place for war."
"What place was that?"
"The woods near the Swordcoast. Mostly just keeping bandits away."
"I see."
"What about you big guy?"
"In the War for Heaven, I was champion for the gods of good, fighting against the gods of evil and their minions. I entered the war thirteen and came out twenty nine. The most notable moment was when it was just me, a demigod, and a minor god of war on the front lines as our side built up their forces for another push to drive the evil back. There were many enemies, lemures, minor demons, chimeras, and of course mortal enemies like goblins, orcs, hobgoblins, and wicked humans. The three of us cleaved them down, no matter what, even though we were separated by nearly a mile. By the time our side was able to provide reinforcements, each of us had built up a wall of bodies, driving the enemies back by ourselves."
Theren whistles, impressed. "Not bad big guy. I respect that."
"Of course. Respect is a given for warriors. Among other warriors, respect is a given to the best, and disrespect is nonexistent no matter the skill or lack of feats. A warrior spirit is one to be cherished and allowed to grow no matter what."
Theren nods. "Well said. Spoken like a true fighter."
"Those are the only words I would dare speak.Any other type of speech would be a disgrace to my legacy."
Thunder starts to rumble as lighting forms through the sky in arches. A blue glowing doorway opens horizontally in the middle of the air, it seems to be made of glass almost. A figure is dropped from it and lands with a crack on the ground. A snarling voice yells "AND STAY OUT!" before the doorway closes.
The figure rolls over and grumbles. His bones make sickening cracking noises as they realign and heal themselves. He then sits up and sighs. His skin is pale but fair. His eyes are bright orange and seem to glow and pulse. His hair is short and chestnut brown, it kicks up a little in the front. A scar from a cut is across the bridge of his nose.
He wears a thick brown trench-coat lined with golden gilded hems, a black waistcoat with golden buttons, a black turtle neck made of soft fabric, brown slacks. and knee-high brown leather boots with silver buckles. He wears black gloves over his hands, silver stud earrings in his ears, and thin silver rings on his fingers. He raises a hand as a black cane made of obsidian forms in his hand.
He opens a small bag on his hip and injects a orange vial of something into his arm before cracking his neck. "well, hello there tavern, i guess im back" he says, as if talking to the tavern itself.
Thunder starts to rumble as lighting forms through the sky in arches. A blue glowing doorway opens horizontally in the middle of the air, it seems to be made of glass almost. A figure is dropped from it and lands with a crack on the ground. A snarling voice yells "AND STAY OUT!" before the doorway closes.
The figure rolls over and grumbles. His bones make sickening cracking noises as they realign and heal themselves. He then sits up and sighs. His skin is pale but fair. His eyes are bright orange and seem to glow and pulse. His hair is short and chestnut brown, it kicks up a little in the front. A scar from a cut is across the bridge of his nose.
He wears a thick brown trench-coat lined with golden gilded hems, a black waistcoat with golden buttons, a black turtle neck made of soft fabric, brown slacks. and knee-high brown leather boots with silver buckles. He wears black gloves over his hands, silver stud earrings in his ears, and thin silver rings on his fingers. He raises a hand as a black cane made of obsidian forms in his hand.
He opens a small bag on his hip and injects a orange vial of something into his arm before cracking his neck. "well, hello there tavern, i guess im back" he says, as if talking to the tavern itself.
Corym watches the newcomer with narrowed eyes while holding onto his holy symbols.
"I didnt think so" he said and chuckled
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
"Heeey therennn" Galax giggles, with a slight slur
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Theren whistles, impressed. "Not bad big guy. I respect that."
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"Off of the swordcoast?"
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"Are you drunk?"
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"Yeeeeesh"
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Theren reaches over the back of his head and picks up Galax. He then sets Galax down in front of him.
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"I think so?" he said and leaned back in his chair
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
"Of course. Respect is a given for warriors. Among other warriors, respect is a given to the best, and disrespect is nonexistent no matter the skill or lack of feats. A warrior spirit is one to be cherished and allowed to grow no matter what."
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"Weeeeee"
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He nods.
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Theren smiles. "Tell me something that only drunk Galax would say to me."
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"Those are the only words I would dare speak.Any other type of speech would be a disgrace to my legacy."
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I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I loovee uuu"
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
"Of course."
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*TIS HIGH TIME TO SUMMON MORE DEMONS INTO HERE*
Thunder starts to rumble as lighting forms through the sky in arches. A blue glowing doorway opens horizontally in the middle of the air, it seems to be made of glass almost. A figure is dropped from it and lands with a crack on the ground. A snarling voice yells "AND STAY OUT!" before the doorway closes.
The figure rolls over and grumbles. His bones make sickening cracking noises as they realign and heal themselves. He then sits up and sighs. His skin is pale but fair. His eyes are bright orange and seem to glow and pulse. His hair is short and chestnut brown, it kicks up a little in the front. A scar from a cut is across the bridge of his nose.
He wears a thick brown trench-coat lined with golden gilded hems, a black waistcoat with golden buttons, a black turtle neck made of soft fabric, brown slacks. and knee-high brown leather boots with silver buckles. He wears black gloves over his hands, silver stud earrings in his ears, and thin silver rings on his fingers. He raises a hand as a black cane made of obsidian forms in his hand.
He opens a small bag on his hip and injects a orange vial of something into his arm before cracking his neck. "well, hello there tavern, i guess im back" he says, as if talking to the tavern itself.
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
"Sounds about right."
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Galax cuddles next to theren
the biggest screwup since the screw was invented
Corym watches the newcomer with narrowed eyes while holding onto his holy symbols.
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