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."
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."
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
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..."
"Hm." He said and nodded "Not sure then"
"What do you do for a living?"
"I (gp) people for their souls" he said
"And your patron?"
"A Demon" he said
"Hmm. Any other prizes for a soul?"
"souls are like cash" he explained "the more people pledge to met then more I grow in power"
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
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..."
"Hm." He said and nodded "Not sure then"
"What do you do for a living?"
"I (gp) people for their souls" he said
"And your patron?"
"A Demon" he said
"Hmm. Any other prizes for a soul?"
"souls are like cash" he explained "the more people pledge to met then more I grow in power"
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..."
"Hm." He said and nodded "Not sure then"
"What do you do for a living?"
"I (gp) people for their souls" he said
"And your patron?"
"A Demon" he said
"Hmm. Any other prizes for a soul?"
"souls are like cash" he explained "the more people pledge to met then more I grow in power"
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
"When it comes to magical prowess, usually yes. When it comes to anything else, typically no. You see, I wasn't born into a noble family; I ate a noble family to earn my title. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they were terrible leaders anyway, and they weren't going to die of natural causes."
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
"When it comes to magical prowess, usually yes. When it comes to anything else, typically no. You see, I wasn't born into a noble family; I ate a noble family to earn my title. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they were terrible leaders anyway, and they weren't going to die of natural causes."
Xan narrows his eyes as he studies them. He suddenly walks up to them and chuckles "Your so weird"
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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
"When it comes to magical prowess, usually yes. When it comes to anything else, typically no. You see, I wasn't born into a noble family; I ate a noble family to earn my title. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they were terrible leaders anyway, and they weren't going to die of natural causes."
Xan narrows his eyes as he studies them. He suddenly walks up to them and chuckles "Your so weird"
"I prefer 'weird' to 'boring,' so thank you. Now, your name?"
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 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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
"When it comes to magical prowess, usually yes. When it comes to anything else, typically no. You see, I wasn't born into a noble family; I ate a noble family to earn my title. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they were terrible leaders anyway, and they weren't going to die of natural causes."
Xan narrows his eyes as he studies them. He suddenly walks up to them and chuckles "Your so weird"
"I prefer 'weird' to 'boring,' so thank you. Now, your name?"
"Your get to learn it when i want you too" he chuckles
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 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."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" he said
"Is there a problem?"
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
"When it comes to magical prowess, usually yes. When it comes to anything else, typically no. You see, I wasn't born into a noble family; I ate a noble family to earn my title. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they were terrible leaders anyway, and they weren't going to die of natural causes."
Xan narrows his eyes as he studies them. He suddenly walks up to them and chuckles "Your so weird"
"I prefer 'weird' to 'boring,' so thank you. Now, your name?"
"Your get to learn it when i want you too" he chuckles
"Okay then. My wyrmling knight here is named Sir Gloam, and my shadow retainers don't have names."
Xan sticks out his tongue "Ew" 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
"Is there a problem?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"its getting crowded here" he said and ran a hand through his blonde hair
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
"Then why do you stay? Just because you don't like something doesn't mean that it will change. You need to actually do something about it."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"oh no, I can change that or I can make someone change it for me" he said and chuckled
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
"Hmm. Any other prizes for a soul?"
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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.
"souls are like cash" he explained "the more people pledge to met then more I grow in power"
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
"Perhaps I should introduce myself. Baron Wendell Dariastren of the Night Hold. My lord has granted me a vacation for the first time in centuries, and I've decided to come here to mingle with the infamously colorful characters who reside in the inn."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"ugh. A noble no less" he grumbles and rolls his eyes "do you seriously believe others are below you?"
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
"Yeah? Can I have my body back?"
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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.
"I don't have it" he said and narrowed his eyes
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
"When it comes to magical prowess, usually yes. When it comes to anything else, typically no. You see, I wasn't born into a noble family; I ate a noble family to earn my title. I'm not exactly proud of it, but they were terrible leaders anyway, and they weren't going to die of natural causes."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan narrows his eyes as he studies them. He suddenly walks up to them and chuckles "Your so weird"
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 prefer 'weird' to 'boring,' so thank you. Now, your name?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Isn't it ironic? Selling my soul to gain my body?"
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.
"Your get to learn it when i want you too" he 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
"A bit" the incubus 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
"Are you done with the backpack?" Emmet gathers the trinkets from the ground. A hatchet, a quill, a ring, and a locket.
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.
"Okay then. My wyrmling knight here is named Sir Gloam, and my shadow retainers don't have names."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"yeah" he said and handed it to him
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