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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?"

"Oop- Sorry!"

 The Brand chuckles and plunges his dagger into the man's neck. The man lets out a whimper before falling dead quiet. Brand throws the body at the man "There. He'll be quiet for you now"

"Im... all good" he says and raises himself up, leaning against the tree.

 

 The initiate seems mortified, while the man seems mostly annoyed, "Not even in the ballpark of what i was asking."

Azazel keeps watching, a bolt forming in his hand just incase

 "Not my job to care" Brand says and sheathes his dagger. 

Adder snarls as he unleashes a flurry of sword-strikes at the Death Knight, each burning brightly as fire engulfs the Knight. 

 "Well mister, demon worshipper imma guess, " His hand calmly goes to a handle on his belt, "I would like you to leave and make peace with the people you've murdered."

Azazel quietly cheers him on

 He clicks his tongue "I am no such thing. I just kill the ones who need to be killed by my higher-ups." he says "and, politely, i will not"

Adder jams the blade into the visor of the helm as the Death Knight goes limp and falls to the ground. Adder huffs, regaining his breath. 

 "Is your higher up infernal or undead?" he asks, "Cause they're really the only sort who would attack a defensless village."

Azazel pops up beside him, grinning, "That was amazing!"

 "None of yer friggin business" He says and picks up the skull of someone, flesh still hanging to it.

Adder jumps a bit "Mn?! Oh hey azzy" he says and sighs, seeming tired.

 "You've murdered an entire village because you disagree with their religion. It just became my business." he replys, knocking the skull out of his hand

"You did great." He smiles, "Need some medical help?"

 

 "Your right. I did." he says and chuckles ominously "what if i go take yer little student over their and rip him to shreds. Then, while you sleep, ill bring him back to life so you will always be tortured with the thought of why you messed with me" 

"Thanks and please..." he says, chuckling. He wraps azazel in a hug and smiles.

 "Student?" He seems confused, then looks back at probably the last remaining village dweller, "Oh no, thats just someone i met like... maybe a half hour ago."

Azazel happily returns the hug, helping adder back into the tavern

 "Mn. Then it will be less pleasurable in killing" he said. He raised his hand as a bolt of necrotic energy bursted from his palm (Make a DEX save)

"Thank you" he says and chuckles.

 (Is it a spell?)

"You're very welcome my valient tiefling"

 (Yep. Disintegrate) 

"Yeah yeah" Adder says and lays on the couch inside. He pulls Azazel down with him and snuggles him, wincing a couple of times do to the bruises.

 (wisdom save please :3)

"You need like, a salve or something." He hums, snuggling

 (8)

"Ill be fine" he says

 The spell fails to fire, fizzling out as it comes near the man, who raises an eyebrow

"Yeah, but bruising sucks."

 He snarls "Guess im doing this the old fashion way". He pulls out his pistol and fires (Hit: 24 Damage: 15 )

"Mnn. but being next to you is nice"

 The man grimaces as he's shot, taking a step back, "Just leave while you're still alive." He says, standing between Brand and the last villager

"Agreed." He nods

 "HA! You think im alive! Mate, you are horrible incorrect!" he says and chuckles "I am undead.. I have been for 1,000's of years"

He smiles and kisses him.

 "Guess i can relate to you afterall," He says, before the sharp end of something is flung at the brand: Attack: 14 Damage: 12 silvered slashing, plus 3 radiant, plus 6 slashing

Azazel returns the kiss happily

 (That does not hit. His AC is friggin 24) He chuckles and easily avoids it "oooh" he winces "So close but in reality, quite far."

Adder chuckles "I love you"

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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?"

"Oop- Sorry!"

 The Brand chuckles and plunges his dagger into the man's neck. The man lets out a whimper before falling dead quiet. Brand throws the body at the man "There. He'll be quiet for you now"

"Im... all good" he says and raises himself up, leaning against the tree.

 

 The initiate seems mortified, while the man seems mostly annoyed, "Not even in the ballpark of what i was asking."

Azazel keeps watching, a bolt forming in his hand just incase

 "Not my job to care" Brand says and sheathes his dagger. 

Adder snarls as he unleashes a flurry of sword-strikes at the Death Knight, each burning brightly as fire engulfs the Knight. 

 "Well mister, demon worshipper imma guess, " His hand calmly goes to a handle on his belt, "I would like you to leave and make peace with the people you've murdered."

Azazel quietly cheers him on

 He clicks his tongue "I am no such thing. I just kill the ones who need to be killed by my higher-ups." he says "and, politely, i will not"

Adder jams the blade into the visor of the helm as the Death Knight goes limp and falls to the ground. Adder huffs, regaining his breath. 

 "Is your higher up infernal or undead?" he asks, "Cause they're really the only sort who would attack a defensless village."

Azazel pops up beside him, grinning, "That was amazing!"

 "None of yer friggin business" He says and picks up the skull of someone, flesh still hanging to it.

Adder jumps a bit "Mn?! Oh hey azzy" he says and sighs, seeming tired.

 "You've murdered an entire village because you disagree with their religion. It just became my business." he replys, knocking the skull out of his hand

"You did great." He smiles, "Need some medical help?"

 

 "Your right. I did." he says and chuckles ominously "what if i go take yer little student over their and rip him to shreds. Then, while you sleep, ill bring him back to life so you will always be tortured with the thought of why you messed with me" 

"Thanks and please..." he says, chuckling. He wraps azazel in a hug and smiles.

 "Student?" He seems confused, then looks back at probably the last remaining village dweller, "Oh no, thats just someone i met like... maybe a half hour ago."

Azazel happily returns the hug, helping adder back into the tavern

 "Mn. Then it will be less pleasurable in killing" he said. He raised his hand as a bolt of necrotic energy bursted from his palm (Make a DEX save)

"Thank you" he says and chuckles.

 (Is it a spell?)

"You're very welcome my valient tiefling"

 (Yep. Disintegrate) 

"Yeah yeah" Adder says and lays on the couch inside. He pulls Azazel down with him and snuggles him, wincing a couple of times do to the bruises.

 (wisdom save please :3)

"You need like, a salve or something." He hums, snuggling

 (8)

"Ill be fine" he says

 The spell fails to fire, fizzling out as it comes near the man, who raises an eyebrow

"Yeah, but bruising sucks."

 He snarls "Guess im doing this the old fashion way". He pulls out his pistol and fires (Hit: 24 Damage: 15 )

"Mnn. but being next to you is nice"

 The man grimaces as he's shot, taking a step back, "Just leave while you're still alive." He says, standing between Brand and the last villager

"Agreed." He nods

 "HA! You think im alive! Mate, you are horrible incorrect!" he says and chuckles "I am undead.. I have been for 1,000's of years"

He smiles and kisses him.

 "Guess i can relate to you afterall," He says, before the sharp end of something is flung at the brand: Attack: 14 Damage: 12 silvered slashing, plus 3 radiant, plus 6 slashing

Azazel returns the kiss happily

 (That does not hit. His AC is friggin 24) He chuckles and easily avoids it "oooh" he winces "So close but in reality, quite far."

Adder chuckles "I love you"