They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
They think for a second or two. "Beware the clones and be aware that you can not die in this local."
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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
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
The ends justify the means?
"I never understood that saying."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
They think for a second or two. "Beware the clones and be aware that you can not die in this local."
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
The ends justify the means?
"I never understood that saying."
That the pursuit of an ending justifies any action in desire to achieve it. Even burning down innocents
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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
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
They think for a second or two. "Beware the clones and be aware that you can not die in this local."
"Can't die, eh? How'sthat work?"
"try to stab yourself and you will see."
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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
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
He pulls out two quarters.
He glares at the coins. "R' those silvers or sumthing?"
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.
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
They think for a second or two. "Beware the clones and be aware that you can not die in this local."
"Can't die, eh? How'sthat work?"
"try to stab yourself and you will see."
"Erm, maybe some other time. It's pretty hot out today, care to join me?"
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
The ends justify the means?
"I never understood that saying."
That the pursuit of an ending justifies any action in desire to achieve it. Even burning down innocents
He just shrugs
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
He pulls out two quarters.
He glares at the coins. "R' those silvers or sumthing?"
"Yeah i suppose."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They swim up to the glass wall, leaning over it as their tail dangles below them. "Oh, I had someone install it last night. There wasn't any place to take a dip, so I made one."
They nod. "And who might you be?"
"Call me Charlie. Just moved to the area. Anything I should know about the place?"
They think for a second or two. "Beware the clones and be aware that you can not die in this local."
"Can't die, eh? How'sthat work?"
"try to stab yourself and you will see."
"Erm, maybe some other time. It's pretty hot out today, care to join me?"
They shrug, shapeshifting into a Sea Elf. "Sure." They climb to the top, divine in.
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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
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
The ends justify the means?
"I never understood that saying."
That the pursuit of an ending justifies any action in desire to achieve it. Even burning down innocents
He just shrugs
Is that your final statement concerning this case?
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The man smiles. "Tristan Finch, thief of this world. Who might you be?"
*got it*
”Raphael, servant of Helios.” They respond in turn, offering a hand. “I take it you are some loveable rogue?”
"Loved by some. Certainly not by others." He grins and shakes their hand. "I haven't heard of Helios before. Are you some sort of cleric?"
“A god of light and knowledge. I am not quite a cleric, but similar.”
"How interesting!" Tristan responds. "I haven't been here in a while, do you know what's good to order in this place?" He surreptitiously folds and pockets the poster.
Raphael looks at whatever poster it is. "I heard the steak is good, the chef is a Lizardfolk, and thusly knows how to roast." They suggest
The poster said something about a thieves guild meeting at this tavern. "Sounds good, I'lll order that."
*Ooo, Nikoli will like this*
They nod. "Where do you come from?"
"A long ways away. Some city called Daggerford." He takes a seat. "I doubt you've heard of it."
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.
Soon a few on patrol notice him. "Hey! This is a private area."
The halfling stands up, growing to a large angelic form. Six wings extend from their back, each one that of burning with divine fire. Their green eyes become piercing emerald green, their red hair scarlet firery red, etc.
"And thus it is. I come here to hear defense from the Stormtroopers. Who amongst you will defend your actions, most pertinent being the destruction of the Hamlet?"
A few troopers glance at eachother before laughing
To droidbait: You seem to be the captain of your people. Do you take this opportunity to defend yourself and your actions?
Droidbait shrugs. "The Jedi are a harmful people. We were doin whatever it took to exterminate them."
The ends justify the means?
"I never understood that saying."
That the pursuit of an ending justifies any action in desire to achieve it. Even burning down innocents
He just shrugs
Is that your final statement concerning this case?
"Yup."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
He pulls out two quarters.
He glares at the coins. "R' those silvers or sumthing?"
"Yeah i suppose."
"Thanks." The man orders something cheap off the menu. "It won't be forgotten."
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.
A dark-brown haired man, slick with the smell of the streets, stumbles to the bar and bemoans the shortage of his favorite ale. His hair, poorly braided and falling over his face, is matted and obscures his eyes. He mumbles something in celestial and looks disdainfully at his tattered clothes.
A blond young adult dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of baggy pants walks in reading a help wanted poster. two rapiers hand from his hip, along with a set of throwing knives.
Nick walks up to them. "You look like a pile of klunk mate."
He glares at him and mutters in celestial. (You shut your mouth, aspasht.) He digs in his pockets for something.
*truesight?*
*nah*
"Speak english slinthead."
The man makes a groaning noise. "Got any spare change?"
He pulls out two quarters.
He glares at the coins. "R' those silvers or sumthing?"
"Yeah i suppose."
"Thanks." The man orders something cheap off the menu. "It won't be forgotten."
"Righto."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They think for a second or two. "Beware the clones and be aware that you can not die in this local."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I never understood that saying."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Can't die, eh? How'sthat work?"
That the pursuit of an ending justifies any action in desire to achieve it. Even burning down innocents
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"try to stab yourself and you will see."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He glares at the coins. "R' those silvers or sumthing?"
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(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.
"Erm, maybe some other time. It's pretty hot out today, care to join me?"
He just shrugs
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah i suppose."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
They shrug, shapeshifting into a Sea Elf. "Sure." They climb to the top, divine in.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Is that your final statement concerning this case?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"A long ways away. Some city called Daggerford." He takes a seat. "I doubt you've heard of it."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(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.
"Yup."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Thanks." The man orders something cheap off the menu. "It won't be forgotten."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(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.
Raphael nods, disappearing in a cloud of smoke.
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Righto."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Weirdo."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Raphael closes their eyes, seemingly meditating on the name. "You refer to the farming community along the Sword Coast?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
The water is warm, salty, and welcoming. "Oh, you're a shapeshifter?"
They nod. "Something along those lines. You are a humanoid dolphin folk?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now