The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
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Yacatl looks over, most curious
*Description*
*If you look up Fox Mulder from X-Files. Thats basically what he looks like lol*
Jackson looks up and waves "Hey."
"Hello. Need some healing?"
"Mn?... ah, ill be fine" he says and grins "Nothing serious."
"Mmm... Want a healing potion anyway?"
"Sure" he says and nods.
They hand one, looking curiously at the Peytron hide
Jackson drinks it back the wound begins to close slowly. He notices Yacatl's eyes staring at the hide and chuckles "Im a wizard who specializes in Abjuration Magic. I study dangerous beasts to find out their tactics so my magic is more effective"
"Curious. Most curious. On say a scale of... 1 to 20, how good a wizard are you?"
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Gravedigger starts burying the bodies
Brand watches and narrows his eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
A more normal seeming person watches his path of carnage through the village, sitting with a young initiate
Azazel watches the fight, letting adder handle himself while also being prepared to step in if things get dangerous
Brand grabs his blade from the blood-stained dirt and grunts like a wild animal finding prey.
Adder jumps back from a hellish fire orb that explodes in front of him, snarling.
The man and the initiate are sharing conversation
Azazel is waving a flag with adder's name like a sport event
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
3
Yacatl looks over, most curious
*Description*
*If you look up Fox Mulder from X-Files. Thats basically what he looks like lol*
Jackson looks up and waves "Hey."
"Hello. Need some healing?"
"Mn?... ah, ill be fine" he says and grins "Nothing serious."
"Mmm... Want a healing potion anyway?"
"Sure" he says and nods.
They hand one, looking curiously at the Peytron hide
Jackson drinks it back the wound begins to close slowly. He notices Yacatl's eyes staring at the hide and chuckles "Im a wizard who specializes in Abjuration Magic. I study dangerous beasts to find out their tactics so my magic is more effective"
"Curious. Most curious. On say a scale of... 1 to 20, how good a wizard are you?"
"I would say im about a 16" he said and smiled
"Mmmm... I see. What do you plan on doing with the hide?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
A more normal seeming person watches his path of carnage through the village, sitting with a young initiate
Azazel watches the fight, letting adder handle himself while also being prepared to step in if things get dangerous
Brand grabs his blade from the blood-stained dirt and grunts like a wild animal finding prey.
Adder jumps back from a hellish fire orb that explodes in front of him, snarling.
The man and the initiate are sharing conversation
Azazel is waving a flag with adder's name like a sport event
The Brand narrows his eyes behind his mask and picks up a, somehow still-alive, body. The man whimpers as he clings to a talisman with the visage of a angel on it.
Adder plunges his blade into the Death Knight and cursed in infernal as hellish fire springs up around the knight, turning his armor into white-hot mtal.
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
3
Yacatl looks over, most curious
*Description*
*If you look up Fox Mulder from X-Files. Thats basically what he looks like lol*
Jackson looks up and waves "Hey."
"Hello. Need some healing?"
"Mn?... ah, ill be fine" he says and grins "Nothing serious."
"Mmm... Want a healing potion anyway?"
"Sure" he says and nods.
They hand one, looking curiously at the Peytron hide
Jackson drinks it back the wound begins to close slowly. He notices Yacatl's eyes staring at the hide and chuckles "Im a wizard who specializes in Abjuration Magic. I study dangerous beasts to find out their tactics so my magic is more effective"
"Curious. Most curious. On say a scale of... 1 to 20, how good a wizard are you?"
"I would say im about a 16" he said and smiled
"Mmmm... I see. What do you plan on doing with the hide?"
"Turning into a cape to protect against Peryton claws"
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Gravedigger starts burying the bodies
Brand watches and narrows his eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
"Mn." he grumps
"You say something?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
A more normal seeming person watches his path of carnage through the village, sitting with a young initiate
Azazel watches the fight, letting adder handle himself while also being prepared to step in if things get dangerous
Brand grabs his blade from the blood-stained dirt and grunts like a wild animal finding prey.
Adder jumps back from a hellish fire orb that explodes in front of him, snarling.
The man and the initiate are sharing conversation
Azazel is waving a flag with adder's name like a sport event
The Brand narrows his eyes behind his mask and picks up a, somehow still-alive, body. The man whimpers as he clings to a talisman with the visage of a angel on it.
Adder plunges his blade into the Death Knight and cursed in infernal as hellish fire springs up around the knight, turning his armor into white-hot mtal.
The man watches, the initiate seeming to beg him to go help. With a sigh, he stands, walking over, "Hey, mind telling me why you're tearing this place apart?"
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Gravedigger starts burying the bodies
Brand watches and narrows his eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
"Mn." he grumps
"You say something?"
"None of yer business" he snarls.
"What isn't my business?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
A more normal seeming person watches his path of carnage through the village, sitting with a young initiate
Azazel watches the fight, letting adder handle himself while also being prepared to step in if things get dangerous
Brand grabs his blade from the blood-stained dirt and grunts like a wild animal finding prey.
Adder jumps back from a hellish fire orb that explodes in front of him, snarling.
The man and the initiate are sharing conversation
Azazel is waving a flag with adder's name like a sport event
The Brand narrows his eyes behind his mask and picks up a, somehow still-alive, body. The man whimpers as he clings to a talisman with the visage of a angel on it.
Adder plunges his blade into the Death Knight and cursed in infernal as hellish fire springs up around the knight, turning his armor into white-hot mtal.
The man watches, the initiate seeming to beg him to go help. With a sigh, he stands, walking over, "Hey, mind telling me why you're tearing this place apart?"
"Woo! Kick it's tin can!" Azazel cheers
"Because i can" He grumbles "frigging angel worshippers who think they are gettin into heaven. What a load of (GP)."
Adder gets distracted by Azazel and is, once again, sent flying into a tree.
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Gravedigger starts burying the bodies
Brand watches and narrows his eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
"Mn." he grumps
"You say something?"
"None of yer business" he snarls.
"What isn't my business?"
"Anything and everything"
"Why not?"
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Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Adder is fighting a death knight who came for a bounty on his head. Adder is covered in thick black bruises and deep red cuts. Adder grips his Firestone sword, it gleamed with black ooze that was the blood of the undead in front of him.
Jackson is curing peryton hide while an Unseen Servant sews up a deep cut on his back. The armor had taken most of the damage but Jackson's flesh was ripped right through.
A more normal seeming person watches his path of carnage through the village, sitting with a young initiate
Azazel watches the fight, letting adder handle himself while also being prepared to step in if things get dangerous
Brand grabs his blade from the blood-stained dirt and grunts like a wild animal finding prey.
Adder jumps back from a hellish fire orb that explodes in front of him, snarling.
The man and the initiate are sharing conversation
Azazel is waving a flag with adder's name like a sport event
The Brand narrows his eyes behind his mask and picks up a, somehow still-alive, body. The man whimpers as he clings to a talisman with the visage of a angel on it.
Adder plunges his blade into the Death Knight and cursed in infernal as hellish fire springs up around the knight, turning his armor into white-hot mtal.
The man watches, the initiate seeming to beg him to go help. With a sigh, he stands, walking over, "Hey, mind telling me why you're tearing this place apart?"
"Woo! Kick it's tin can!" Azazel cheers
"Because i can" He grumbles "frigging angel worshippers who think they are gettin into heaven. What a load of (GP)."
Adder gets distracted by Azazel and is, once again, sent flying into a tree.
"Ah, you're a zealot, great." He sighs again, "Look, can you let the man go?"
The Brand is tearing down people who stand in his way in a small cultist village. He is bathed in blood as if he had swam in the deepest chamber of the heart.
Gravedigger starts burying the bodies
Brand watches and narrows his eyes.
"Is something wrong?"
"Mn." he grumps
"You say something?"
"None of yer business" he snarls.
"What isn't my business?"
"Anything and everything"
"Why not?"
"Because"
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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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"I would say im about a 16" he said and smiled
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
"Is something wrong?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
The man and the initiate are sharing conversation
Azazel is waving a flag with adder's name like a sport event
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
#FreeDND
"Mmmm... I see. What do you plan on doing with the hide?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Mn." he grumps
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
The Brand narrows his eyes behind his mask and picks up a, somehow still-alive, body. The man whimpers as he clings to a talisman with the visage of a angel on it.
Adder plunges his blade into the Death Knight and cursed in infernal as hellish fire springs up around the knight, turning his armor into white-hot mtal.
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
"Turning into a cape to protect against Peryton claws"
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
"You say something?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"I see. Only that?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The man watches, the initiate seeming to beg him to go help. With a sigh, he stands, walking over, "Hey, mind telling me why you're tearing this place apart?"
"Woo! Kick it's tin can!" Azazel cheers
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
#FreeDND
"None of yer business" he snarls.
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
"It does give someone who wears it a resistance to poison but it has to be subjected to it"
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
"Ah, makes more sense then. And I am Yacatl. Whom are you?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"What isn't my business?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Because i can" He grumbles "frigging angel worshippers who think they are gettin into heaven. What a load of (GP)."
Adder gets distracted by Azazel and is, once again, sent flying into a tree.
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
"Jackson Foxx, pleasure to meet ya" he says and extended a hand
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
"Anything and everything"
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
"Why not?"
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
"Ah, you're a zealot, great." He sighs again, "Look, can you let the man go?"
"Oop- Sorry!"
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
#FreeDND
"Because"
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