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.
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.
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.
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
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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
Jason(?) Is at the tree line, staring at people in the village. He seems hungry
Kylar is training energy in a clearing
-open slot for now-
Raphael: Hey, tell me when you are not busy
(I'm not too busy rn, what's up?)
I need help tending to the sick and wounded. The clones/stormtroopers came and burnt down a whole town. Many are sick and wounded from the burning. I need assistant
(Uhhhh, yeah sure. I won't be able to heal people, but I can probably help with... grabbing stuff?)
That, bandaging, I just need a second hand. Oh, I am going to murder every single one of them when I have the time
(Huh, never thought I'd hear an angel pledging murder, but alright.)
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
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.
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
They nod. "you are... artificial?"
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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
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
They nod. "you are... artificial?"
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
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.
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
They nod. "you are... artificial?"
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
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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
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
They nod. "you are... artificial?"
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
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.
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
They nod. "you are... artificial?"
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
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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
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
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.
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
They mutter something about angels in disguise. “Most interesting. Well let’s get you something to actually eat, celestial.” They state, offering them a table
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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
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
They nod. "What do you want?"
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
They mutter something about angels in disguise. “Most interesting. Well let’s get you something to actually eat, celestial.” They state, offering them a table
Barachiel sits. "In disguise? I wear no glamor except one to hide my scars."
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.
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"Nobody." The man turns and looks at him. "Who are you?" *truesight*
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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.
*No truesight. If the guy has truesight, they see that Throden is possess.*
"Ha ha, Outis. Everyone has a story."
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Thanks, cause he does.*
The man glares through his dirty red hair. "Barachial. You seem to have a minor haunting."
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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 nod. "The ancestor permeates me, and guides me. You possess Sight?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Ugh. Sadly." He stirs his spoon in his soup. "How'd you get here?"
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.
"The ancestor guided me. He brought me to this place to find food and eat, and thusly I am. Here, I am chef, and am paid well. How did you gain the sight?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(Huh, never thought I'd hear an angel pledging murder, but alright.)
Well usually it is not this black and white. That and we are most usually busy
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"I was created with it." Barachiel frowns. "You said you were the chef?"
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.
They nod. "you are... artificial?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"In a way." He pushes his soup bowl away and sighs. "I'm hungry. Got any leftovers?"
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.
They nod. "What do you want?"
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
(Alrighr, where should I head to?)
"Literally anything, please." He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, and grimaces at his own bad manners. He suddenly becomes very aware of his own bad manners. "Ugh. And maybe a napkin?"
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.
(Head to the tavern, and then go down the main road. You’ll see the encampment pretty soon)
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
They nod, offering the man some left over roast. “Pleasure to meet you, trueseer.”
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*gtg*
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Pleasure to meet you, chef." He digs into the food. "I am, or maybe was, an angel. That is what I meant by created."
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.
They mutter something about angels in disguise. “Most interesting. Well let’s get you something to actually eat, celestial.” They state, offering them a table
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Barachiel sits. "In disguise? I wear no glamor except one to hide my scars."
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.