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
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
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."
"Its fine" she said "I have a shield upon me just in case" she grinned
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
She bows her head "My name is Allison Vanderguard" she said "pleasure to meet you"
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
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
She bows her head "My name is Allison Vanderguard" she said "pleasure to meet you"
"My name is Baron Wendell Dariastren. A pleasure to meet you as well."
*I kinda want either character to interact with Yuri cause I think he/she/they are a piece of absolute walking garbage and deserve to be (gp) off all the 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.
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
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
She bows her head "My name is Allison Vanderguard" she said "pleasure to meet you"
"My name is Baron Wendell Dariastren. A pleasure to meet you as well."
She bows her head again. "Tis nice to see new faces around here"
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."
"Its fine" she said "I have a shield upon me just in case" she grinned
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
She bows her head "My name is Allison Vanderguard" she said "pleasure to meet you"
"My name is Baron Wendell Dariastren. A pleasure to meet you as well."
She bows her head again. "Tis nice to see new faces around here"
"Indeed. Seeing new faces is my entire reason for coming to the material plane. Unfortunately, it is very different from my home plane, so I'm constantly making people uncomfortable by accident."
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
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
She bows her head "My name is Allison Vanderguard" she said "pleasure to meet you"
"My name is Baron Wendell Dariastren. A pleasure to meet you as well."
She bows her head again. "Tis nice to see new faces around here"
"Indeed. Seeing new faces is my entire reason for coming to the material plane. Unfortunately, it is very different from my home plane, so I'm constantly making people uncomfortable by accident."
She grins "well, if you need help with plant growth magic or healing, you may talk with me" she said and bowed again
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 nods. "Thank you. And you need not bow so much. I may be a noble, but earned my title like any other peasant: through hard work. And a bit of eating the reigning noble, but that wasn't typical of most people of my status at the 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 nods. "Thank you. And you need not bow so much. I may be a noble, but earned my title like any other peasant: through hard work. And a bit of eating the reigning noble, but that wasn't typical of most people of my status at the time."
Allison grins "Its understandable but i do it all the time"
The Baron smiles. "Well, I've got everyone inside. I'm going back to the inn. You meet so many interesting characters around there."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Not really" he said and shrugged a bit. "Your welcome to join me up here?"
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 nimbly hops into the tree, enjoying the feel of his new 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.
She bows her head "My name is Allison Vanderguard" she said "pleasure to meet 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
The Baron is reading his spellbook.
The well-dressed lizardfolk is cooking and giving out free food.
< open slot >
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan watches and pokes his flesh "Tis different i suppose"
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
"My name is Baron Wendell Dariastren. A pleasure to meet you as well."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
<Open characters>
- Kelipso (Tiefling Ranger)
- Allison (Half-elf Bard)
- Xan (Incubus Rogue)
- The Brand (Human Fighter)
- Remor (Demon trapped inside cat)
- Paladis (Angel Fighter)
- Harbor (Tabaxi Artificer/Bard)
- Friendel (Beholder Rogue)
- Stroth (Human Warlock)
- Lore (Tiefling Warlock)
- Gilbert Kaz (Human Sorcerer)
- Joshua Kavandish (Dhampir Fighter)
- Yuri (Archfey Druid)
- Tir'el'nog (God of Broken realities)
- Elladoba (Human Paladin)
- Alton (Half-orc Paladin)
- Oval (Axolotl-Dragonborn Rogue)
- Penny (Human-symbiote Wizard/Artificer)
- Kalon (Warforge Rogue)
- Scoob (Warforge fighter)
- Seph (Human Rogue)
- Kramer (Human Rogue)
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 kinda want either character to interact with Yuri cause I think he/she/they are a piece of absolute walking garbage and deserve to be (gp) off all the time.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She bows her head again. "Tis nice to see new faces around here"
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
"Very." Emmet wiggles his fingers.
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.
"Indeed. Seeing new faces is my entire reason for coming to the material plane. Unfortunately, it is very different from my home plane, so I'm constantly making people uncomfortable by accident."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Xan kicks his legs and lights another cigarette.
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
She grins "well, if you need help with plant growth magic or healing, you may talk with me" she said and bowed again
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 grimaces.
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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 Baron nods. "Thank you. And you need not bow so much. I may be a noble, but earned my title like any other peasant: through hard work. And a bit of eating the reigning noble, but that wasn't typical of most people of my status at the time."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"What?" He tilted his head
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
"You ruin your body, and yet I am here to protect 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.
Allison grins "Its understandable but i do it all the 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
"I may not live forever but i live longer then most." 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