The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
"Who are they exactly?" the man asks.
"They hide behind so many layers of propaganda and pseudonyms that it is nearly impossible to tell."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
"Who are they exactly?" the man asks.
"They hide behind so many layers of propaganda and pseudonyms that it is nearly impossible to tell."
"Ah, that makes it much more difficult. Killing someone can be hard if you can't tell whether they are a dragon, a giant, or simply a child."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
"Who are they exactly?" the man asks.
"They hide behind so many layers of propaganda and pseudonyms that it is nearly impossible to tell."
"Ah, that makes it much more difficult. Killing someone can be hard if you can't tell whether they are a dragon, a giant, or simply a child."
"My personal belief is that they are a human like I once was, but I have very little evidence to support that theory."
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
"Who are they exactly?" the man asks.
"They hide behind so many layers of propaganda and pseudonyms that it is nearly impossible to tell."
"Ah, that makes it much more difficult. Killing someone can be hard if you can't tell whether they are a dragon, a giant, or simply a child."
"My personal belief is that they are a human like I once was, but I have very little evidence to support that theory."
"Good. It is always nice when the thing you want to kill is made of flesh that bleeds and bones that break. I have always disliked the undead. When I kill something, I want it to stay dead. That's why I killed it in the first place." He stops and sighs, "Then again, I wish I hadn't killed as much as I have."
*yaaaaay. Courses are almost done. I am back tomorrow so imma happy bout that.*
*ALSO!! I made a potful of new characters that I will be bringing in ranging from:
-David. The human who got turned into a living undead creature who hates the living.
-Maxine. A Conjuration Wizard and her Pit friend bodyguard, Ark.
-Ashten. A Yu-tan (messed that name up) gunslinger who was born with wings.
-Angel Eyes. A pure white tabaxi with plush fur and wings who works as a messanger for the Tabaxi goddess, Moon Horn.
-Scorpion. A human man who survived his entire town being burned down and killed by cultists who worship Mammon. He is now a headhunter for the god of vengeance.
*yaaaaay. Courses are almost done. I am back tomorrow so imma happy bout that.*
*ALSO!! I made a potful of new characters that I will be bringing in ranging from:
-David. The human who got turned into a living undead creature who hates the living.
-Maxine. A Conjuration Wizard and her Pit friend bodyguard, Ark.
-Ashten. A Yu-tan (messed that name up) gunslinger who was born with wings.
-Angel Eyes. A pure white tabaxi with plush fur and wings who works as a messanger for the Tabaxi goddess, Moon Horn.
-Scorpion. A human man who survived his entire town being burned down and killed by cultists who worship Mammon. He is now a headhunter for the god of vengeance.
*yaaaaay. Courses are almost done. I am back tomorrow so imma happy bout that.*
*ALSO!! I made a potful of new characters that I will be bringing in ranging from:
-David. The human who got turned into a living undead creature who hates the living.
-Maxine. A Conjuration Wizard and her Pit friend bodyguard, Ark.
-Ashten. A Yu-tan (messed that name up) gunslinger who was born with wings.
-Angel Eyes. A pure white tabaxi with plush fur and wings who works as a messanger for the Tabaxi goddess, Moon Horn.
-Scorpion. A human man who survived his entire town being burned down and killed by cultists who worship Mammon. He is now a headhunter for the god of vengeance.
*yaaaaay. Courses are almost done. I am back tomorrow so imma happy bout that.*
*ALSO!! I made a potful of new characters that I will be bringing in ranging from:
-David. The human who got turned into a living undead creature who hates the living.
-Maxine. A Conjuration Wizard and her Pit friend bodyguard, Ark.
-Ashten. A Yu-tan (messed that name up) gunslinger who was born with wings.
-Angel Eyes. A pure white tabaxi with plush fur and wings who works as a messanger for the Tabaxi goddess, Moon Horn.
-Scorpion. A human man who survived his entire town being burned down and killed by cultists who worship Mammon. He is now a headhunter for the god of vengeance.
*yaaaaay. Courses are almost done. I am back tomorrow so imma happy bout that.*
*ALSO!! I made a potful of new characters that I will be bringing in ranging from:
-David. The human who got turned into a living undead creature who hates the living.
-Maxine. A Conjuration Wizard and her Pit friend bodyguard, Ark.
-Ashten. A Yu-tan (messed that name up) gunslinger who was born with wings.
-Angel Eyes. A pure white tabaxi with plush fur and wings who works as a messanger for the Tabaxi goddess, Moon Horn.
-Scorpion. A human man who survived his entire town being burned down and killed by cultists who worship Mammon. He is now a headhunter for the god of vengeance.
-AND MOOOOOOORE :)*
*-screeches to halt-
WOAH COOL!*
*Maaaaan, its like yall never seeeeee meeeeeeeeee*
*To Baalzeboop's post*
The man sits there quietly as you tell your tale, stroking his beard thoughtfully. Occasionally he sips at the mead that he has ordered. "You fight against the four horsemen, well I think there is one of them in this tavern right now." He chuckles darkly.
"So you have been brought back from the dead to fend off the monsters you created to help your people but who are now being used to kill. Have I got that right?"
"In a sense, yes. They're no more monsters than your average construct, though, at least the way I made them."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Hm. I can understand the dislike of using the bodies of the dead as tools. That seems like it could be dishonorable. Did you have the dead's permission to be part of your workforce?"
"Many of them, yes. The original force was, by my own laws, laid down to rest the instant they could be replaced by the bodies of willing donators and reconstructed animals."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I see." He drinks more mead thoughtfully, "You have quite the problem on your hands. Now your tools are being used to kill, how hard is it to kill those who control them?"
"I assume it would be very easy, once you get past the undead forces they now control."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Who are they exactly?" the man asks.
"They hide behind so many layers of propaganda and pseudonyms that it is nearly impossible to tell."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Ah, that makes it much more difficult. Killing someone can be hard if you can't tell whether they are a dragon, a giant, or simply a child."
"My personal belief is that they are a human like I once was, but I have very little evidence to support that theory."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Good. It is always nice when the thing you want to kill is made of flesh that bleeds and bones that break. I have always disliked the undead. When I kill something, I want it to stay dead. That's why I killed it in the first place." He stops and sighs, "Then again, I wish I hadn't killed as much as I have."
*yaaaaay. Courses are almost done. I am back tomorrow so imma happy bout that.*
*ALSO!! I made a potful of new characters that I will be bringing in ranging from:
-David. The human who got turned into a living undead creature who hates the living.
-Maxine. A Conjuration Wizard and her Pit friend bodyguard, Ark.
-Ashten. A Yu-tan (messed that name up) gunslinger who was born with wings.
-Angel Eyes. A pure white tabaxi with plush fur and wings who works as a messanger for the Tabaxi goddess, Moon Horn.
-Scorpion. A human man who survived his entire town being burned down and killed by cultists who worship Mammon. He is now a headhunter for the god of vengeance.
-AND MOOOOOOORE :)*
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
*HE'S BACK! GUYS, HE'S BACK!*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*-screeches to halt-
WOAH COOL!*
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
*Maaaaan, its like yall never seeeeee meeeeeeeeee*
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
(who are you?)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*lol, cold*
Long live the dragon slayers, long live the spider guild, long live the forums.
I want you to know. You are going to lose. You are going to lose badly. You’re going to lose badly and it’s going to be awesome.
(I genuinely don't know who that is)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Anyone up for rp*
Hi, I’m DrakenBrine, here’s my Sig and characters
I am The Grand Envisioner!
*Absolutely*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels