Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
The man in white gently leads his flock inside and starts taking lunch orders for them. Afterward, he orders 13 rooms and the requested meals, paying exclusively in platinum coins, and turns to his people.
"Well, it looks like we made it out. Praise the Dreamer."
"Praise the Dreamer." Comes a chorus of exhausted, relieved voices.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
"fine then mate..." the eyes in the helmet seem to turn from a red to a soft glowing white. "Hello child of flesh" a soft voice says.
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
"fine then mate..." the eyes in the helmet seem to turn from a red to a soft glowing white. "Hello child of flesh" a soft voice says.
Rusty bowed again. "Please, call me Rusty. What is your name, dear counterpart?"
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Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
"fine then mate..." the eyes in the helmet seem to turn from a red to a soft glowing white. "Hello child of flesh" a soft voice says.
Rusty bowed again. "Please, call me Rusty. What is your name, dear counterpart?"
"Cathetel" He said "Made from the light of Pelor, a force of good to destroy evil"
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
"fine then mate..." the eyes in the helmet seem to turn from a red to a soft glowing white. "Hello child of flesh" a soft voice says.
Rusty bowed again. "Please, call me Rusty. What is your name, dear counterpart?"
"Cathetel" He said "Made from the light of Pelor, a force of good to destroy evil"
Rusty straightened up, still smiling. "Oh, wonderful. Dear Archon said you would be worse, it is nice to see he was wrong."
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As the group goes upstairs to rest in their rooms, the leader stays behind.
He slumps over, losing any semblance of confidence or strength. The man orders a stiff drink and lays his face on the table.
Archon watches and chuckles.
"Please don't do that," comes the man's soft voice as he puts his hands on the sides of his helmet. "Your laughter grates."
"Then go away to another room" Archon said
He rubs his "faceplate." "Just who on earth do you think you are? I've traveled for miles on the backs of ghouls to get to relative safety. I'm not taking one extra step until I at least get myself a drink."
Anson kicks open the door, bleeding heavily. He holds his own severed arm, muttering to himself, His clean clothes now drenched dark red. It looks like his arm had been taken clean off of his shoulder. He plops down on the sofa, not caring if he bled on it and drank back a health potion.
Archon seems to be driving the knights body because the knight is currently grumping in the corner with a dark aura around him as he drinks back ale's.
<Character slot open>
Rusty comes up next to him.
Archon quietly acknowledges him with a grunt.
"Hello there stranger! You seem to have quite a thirst."
Archon grumbles "What do ya want." He asked, small pinpoint red eyes stare at him, while he holds up his helmeted head on his hand.
Rusty smiled. "Why, I simply just want to make a new friend."
The eyes seem to narrow a bit "Go talk to someone else then" he grumbled
"Why would I do that? My new friend is right here!" Rusty chuckled.
Archon grumbles again, it sounds like abyssal cursing if you listen closely enough.
Rusty comes over and puts an arm on Archon's shoulder, speaking the next sentence in abyssal. "Now, now, watch the language, it is not a good habit to curse a lot."
"Don't ever touch me" he hissed, he moved his shoulder away from Rusty's touch.
*Munches on cheese and bacon sandwich* *Im back*
Rusty moves with him, staying close. "Do you like toys, my dear knight?"
"No." he says plainly and keeps his eyes focused on Rusty.
"Oh, that's a shame. How about weapons, then?"
"I already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
"About what." He said
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
"fine then mate..." the eyes in the helmet seem to turn from a red to a soft glowing white. "Hello child of flesh" a soft voice says.
Rusty bowed again. "Please, call me Rusty. What is your name, dear counterpart?"
"Cathetel" He said "Made from the light of Pelor, a force of good to destroy evil"
Rusty straightened up, still smiling. "Oh, wonderful. Dear Archon said you would be worse, it is nice to see he was wrong."
Cathetal tilted his head and seemed to grin with white illuminating teeth "He can be quite.... dark..."
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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 already carry the weapons i need" he said and looked over at his Flame-tongue greatsword and his Sunsword.
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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The man in white gently leads his flock inside and starts taking lunch orders for them. Afterward, he orders 13 rooms and the requested meals, paying exclusively in platinum coins, and turns to his people.
"Well, it looks like we made it out. Praise the Dreamer."
"Praise the Dreamer." Comes a chorus of exhausted, relieved voices.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Indeed. Then perhaps we may just talk, then."
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"About what." He said
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
"Well, to begin with, your name." Rusty moved away and did a deep bow. "My name is Rusty, pleased to meet you, dear knight."
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"Don't ever call me dear, thats step one." he said and sighed "My name is Archon... your lucky its me and not my counterpart."
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
"Oh, may I meet your counterpart?"
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As the group goes upstairs to rest in their rooms, the leader stays behind.
He slumps over, losing any semblance of confidence or strength. The man orders a stiff drink and lays his face on the table.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"He's worse then me..." he grumbled
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
"I very much doubt that." Rusty chuckled, smiling widely.
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Archon watches and chuckles.
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
"fine then mate..." the eyes in the helmet seem to turn from a red to a soft glowing white. "Hello child of flesh" a soft voice says.
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
"Please don't do that," comes the man's soft voice as he puts his hands on the sides of his helmet. "Your laughter grates."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Rusty bowed again. "Please, call me Rusty. What is your name, dear counterpart?"
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"Then go away to another room" Archon said
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
"Cathetel" He said "Made from the light of Pelor, a force of good to destroy evil"
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
Rusty straightened up, still smiling. "Oh, wonderful. Dear Archon said you would be worse, it is nice to see he was wrong."
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He rubs his "faceplate." "Just who on earth do you think you are? I've traveled for miles on the backs of ghouls to get to relative safety. I'm not taking one extra step until I at least get myself a drink."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Cathetal tilted his head and seemed to grin with white illuminating teeth "He can be quite.... dark..."
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