Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
He nods "understandable "
"So what brings you here?"
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
"I've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
He nods "understandable "
"So what brings you here?"
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
"I've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
A man rides along the road towards the inn, radiating a 10ft aura of dim light. They wear a pointed, wide-brimmed hat, a longcoat, and overall look semi-formal. They ride a spectral beast, with a small entourage of two shadows and what looks to be a shadow wyrmling, all of whom are staying within the gloaming sphere.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
He nods "understandable "
"So what brings you here?"
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
"I've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
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 man rides towards the graveyard, in plain view of everyone.
Xan looks over and grumbles "great more people..."
About an hour later, darkness falls across the land. Literally. No light within a mile of the graveyard can shine brighter than dim, and no sunlight of any kind is visible.
The man is walking down the road again, this time toward the inn. He seems very happy, even though his face isn't visible.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
He nods "understandable "
"So what brings you here?"
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
"I've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
The man rides towards the graveyard, in plain view of everyone.
Xan looks over and grumbles "great more people..."
About an hour later, darkness falls across the land. Literally. No light within a mile of the graveyard can shine brighter than dim, and no sunlight of any kind is visible.
The man is walking down the road again, this time toward the inn. He seems very happy, even though his face isn't visible.
Xan rolls his eyes "theatrical (gp)'s" he says and jumps off the roof
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
He nods "understandable "
"So what brings you here?"
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
"I've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
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.
Xan is sitting outside. He is wearing a thin, white t-shirt, a fluffy black jacket, long black slacks, and no shoes. He is enjoying the cold outdoors while watching people.
Harbor is in the kitchen. He is making all sorts of breakfast items such as banana pancakes, chocolate chip waffles, white chocolate hot cocoa, elk sausage, and goat cheese spiced with herbs.
<Open: Penny, Kelipso, The Brand, Yuri, and Paladis>
Emmet is trying to fix his old leather backpack. It seems the bottom has a tear.
Xan looks over and watches them. (If you want a description of Xan just look at the profile picture of mine)
*👍*
He seems to be struggling with a needle and thread.
Xan walks over and taps his on his fleshless shoulder "Need help?"
Emmet fumbles the thread and drops the needle. "These fingers..."
Xan sighs and sits down beside him, taking it from him. "Like this"
"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
"so?" He said, already working on it.
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
He nods "understandable "
"So what brings you here?"
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
"I've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
The man rides towards the graveyard, in plain view of everyone.
Xan looks over and grumbles "great more people..."
About an hour later, darkness falls across the land. Literally. No light within a mile of the graveyard can shine brighter than dim, and no sunlight of any kind is visible.
The man is walking down the road again, this time toward the inn. He seems very happy, even though his face isn't visible.
Xan rolls his eyes "theatrical (gp)'s" he says and jumps off the roof
The man seems to hear this, somehow. "I apologize, but this is not theatrics. My people and I are very sensitive to sunlight, and we would like to spend our vacation in comfort. There will be compensation for the inconvenience of others, of course, and I will bring back the light as soon as we leave."
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"You don't have to. I should just get a new one, the leather's dry rotted by now."
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.
"so?" He said, already working on it.
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
"Thank you. The lack of flesh on my fingers leads to some difficulties." A few trinkets lie on the ground.
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.
He nods "understandable "
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
"So what brings you 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.
"I've ben here, your new" he said and nodded
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've been here for the last..." The skeleton attempts to frown. "I don't remember..."
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.
"Hm." He said and nodded "Not sure then"
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
*Spook time!*
A man rides along the road towards the inn, radiating a 10ft aura of dim light. They wear a pointed, wide-brimmed hat, a longcoat, and overall look semi-formal. They ride a spectral beast, with a small entourage of two shadows and what looks to be a shadow wyrmling, all of whom are staying within the gloaming sphere.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Wow, is my presence actually that abhorrent?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan is chilling outside on the roof.
Harbor is napping.
<Kelipso, Penny, Paladis, Yuri>
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
The man rides towards the graveyard, in plain view of everyone.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan looks over and grumbles "great more people..."
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
"What do you do for a living?"
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(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.
About an hour later, darkness falls across the land. Literally. No light within a mile of the graveyard can shine brighter than dim, and no sunlight of any kind is visible.
The man is walking down the road again, this time toward the inn. He seems very happy, even though his face isn't visible.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I (gp) people for their souls" 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
Xan rolls his eyes "theatrical (gp)'s" he says and jumps off the roof
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
"And your patron?"
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(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.
"A Demon" 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
The man seems to hear this, somehow. "I apologize, but this is not theatrics. My people and I are very sensitive to sunlight, and we would like to spend our vacation in comfort. There will be compensation for the inconvenience of others, of course, and I will bring back the light as soon as we leave."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels