"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
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 hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
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 Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
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 Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
Emmet stands.
Xan raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
She walks over, pulling on her coat as she does.
The Baron turns to her. "I'm sorry, madam, am I bothering you? I was simply making a place for my friends to stay. We are on vacation, and their appearances... disturb many people."
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
She walks over, pulling on her coat as she does.
The Baron turns to her. "I'm sorry, madam, am I bothering you? I was simply making a place for my friends to stay. We are on vacation, and their appearances... disturb many people."
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
Emmet stands.
Xan raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
A man, presumably Emmet stands before him. His skin is fair, contrasting with his raven-black hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome face. His voice is no longer raspy and thin. "Thank you."
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 Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
She walks over, pulling on her coat as she does.
The Baron turns to her. "I'm sorry, madam, am I bothering you? I was simply making a place for my friends to stay. We are on vacation, and their appearances... disturb many people."
"no no... Your fine.. I'm just observing"
"You are welcome to take a look inside if you wish. My friends have all the food they desire, so you need not worry about being eaten."
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
Emmet stands.
Xan raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
A man, presumably Emmet stands before him. His skin is fair, contrasting with his raven-black hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome face. His voice is no longer raspy and thin. "Thank you."
Xan smiles slyly and looks Emmet over from head to toe. "mmm you clean up nicely" the incubus says and chcukles
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
Emmet stands.
Xan raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
A man, presumably Emmet stands before him. His skin is fair, contrasting with his raven-black hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome face. His voice is no longer raspy and thin. "Thank you."
Xan smiles slyly and looks Emmet over from head to toe. "mmm you clean up nicely" the incubus says and chcukles
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 well-dressed lizardfolk is cooking huge amounts of food, specifically meat. They seem to have dragged several carcasses from the Maw, and are in process of butchering and cooking them at the inn.
The Baron is setting up dim, green lanterns, familiar to anyone who has been to the shadowfell.
*I don't have any characters that are from shadowfell*
*I didn't expect you to.*
The Baron, satisfied with his work, is now casting some sort of spell in the middle of a clearing. The ground is faintly rumbling.
*hmmm. Ill add in Allison, a main character of mine*
A pale-blue skinned half-elf is besides a creek. She is tending to a bush of blueberries while humming to herself. She has long white hair tied back in a bun, soft features, crystal blue eyes, and slightly pointed ears. She looks more elf then her human side. She wears a white blouse, a floor-length grey skirt, simple shoes, and black gloves.
A mighty fortress made of black stone rises from the ground in the form of a tower with a wall around it. The dim green lanterns are the only lights inside. Black iron chains hang randomly across the structure, holding lanterns, cages, books, and even entire rooms. The tower just barely doesn't stretch out of the dome of night.
she looks over and narrows her eyes and grimaces a bit "what in the world?"
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
She walks over, pulling on her coat as she does.
The Baron turns to her. "I'm sorry, madam, am I bothering you? I was simply making a place for my friends to stay. We are on vacation, and their appearances... disturb many people."
"no no... Your fine.. I'm just observing"
"You are welcome to take a look inside if you wish. My friends have all the food they desire, so you need not worry about being eaten."
"Its fine" she said "I have a shield upon me just in case" she grinned
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
Emmet stands.
Xan raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
A man, presumably Emmet stands before him. His skin is fair, contrasting with his raven-black hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome face. His voice is no longer raspy and thin. "Thank you."
Xan smiles slyly and looks Emmet over from head to toe. "mmm you clean up nicely" the incubus says and chcukles
"I don't hate but i am a revengeful man." he said and chuckled "He did something to me so i must return the favor"
Emmet leans against the tree and rests his polearm on the ground. "I can understand that."
"Good" he said with a grin.
Emmet sifts through the bottles, looking for a full one.
"Can you even drink one of those?" Xan asked
Emmet seems to wilt a little "No..."
*I forgot to ask, what does Xan's current form look like?*
"hm." Xan said and dug through the pile and handed him a half-full one. "might as well live despite being dead"
*The pfp is the ideal but he stands 6'0 with pale skin, golden eyes, short blonde hair, sharp features. He wears a black crop top, a fashionable black leather jacket with gold buttons, black slacks, and boots.*
Emmet attempts to pour the bottle down his throat, but only manages to get himself dirty. He looks crestfallen.
Xan gives him a look of pity "poor thing" he said
"Don't mock me."
"I'm not. I'm simply stating facts" he said
"Then help. Help me become what I once was."
"how can I help you?" He asked and narrowed his eyes "Mn...... I can grant wishes but that takes a lot of energy and time"
"What can I do to get my body back?"
"work for me" he said "I can make you human but you work for me then"
"Yes. Please."
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
Emmet stands.
Xan raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
A man, presumably Emmet stands before him. His skin is fair, contrasting with his raven-black hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome face. His voice is no longer raspy and thin. "Thank you."
Xan smiles slyly and looks Emmet over from head to toe. "mmm you clean up nicely" the incubus says and chcukles
Emmet bows.
Xan chuckles again and teleports back into that tree "Good man, know your place"
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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"Yes. Please."
*Feel free to add any terms of conditions.*
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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.
Xan chuckles "Good" he said and patted Emmets head "you will be my hands when I don't want them to get dirty such as killing off unruly loose ends and such"
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
Emmet bows and offers his halberd. "I pledge my services to you."
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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.
Hordes of undead of all kinds flock to the tower as the gates open to let them in.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"good man" Xan says and grins, baring his sharp teeth. "you'll learn how to serve well with time."
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
Allison observes them and pulls out a small journal and writes down what she sees.
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
All of the intelligent ones, such as wraiths and vampires, are bowing to the Baron as he stands in front of the entrance, greeting them.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Emmet stands.
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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.
She walks over, pulling on her coat as she does.
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 raises his hand to the air. His eyes begin to turn pitch black and seem to suck in the light around them. "I wish Emmet was alive again within his own body" he called out as light formed in his palm and flashed as if a bomb went off.
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 Baron turns to her. "I'm sorry, madam, am I bothering you? I was simply making a place for my friends to stay. We are on vacation, and their appearances... disturb many people."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"no no... Your fine.. I'm just observing"
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 man, presumably Emmet stands before him. His skin is fair, contrasting with his raven-black hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome face. His voice is no longer raspy and thin. "Thank you."
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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.
"You are welcome to take a look inside if you wish. My friends have all the food they desire, so you need not worry about being eaten."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan smiles slyly and looks Emmet over from head to toe. "mmm you clean up nicely" the incubus says and chcukles
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
Emmet bows.
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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.
The well-dressed lizardfolk is cooking huge amounts of food, specifically meat. They seem to have dragged several carcasses from the Maw, and are in process of butchering and cooking them at the inn.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Its fine" she said "I have a shield upon me just in case" she grinned
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 chuckles again and teleports back into that tree "Good man, know your place"
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
"Anything I can do until that chimera gets 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.