"Um... I am a planetar. And thanks for the complement."
Understood.
"Ah, apologies, you don't look like the ones i've met. We thought you were a deva or solar. And you are welcome."
How old are you?
"Um... Well my old god allowed me to become a planetar but keep the shapeshifting ability. You think I could be a Solar?"
About 2 years now that I think of it
"We do not think you should be anything you don't want to be."
Rather smart for what any other creature would be an infant, i guess its a testimant to celestials
"How about I rephrase that, 'Do you think I'm worthy of being a Solar'?"
Well I lived a life before that, and then lived in the afterlife and then became an angel.
"Hm, we have know you for a while, but we are unsure what causes solar's to be created. In our eyes, you are worthy."
I see, so you are a spirit angel rather than a constructed one.
"Thanks!" Raphael says, joyful. "Um... So is there any promotion in your future."
Um... Yes. If I remember correctly I was constructed from shreds of souls but I can not be certain
"Promotion? We are not sure. We recently have learned to play an instrument, but there is not more beyond that."
Shreds of soul is a good building material. Its easier to make a soul worthy of an angel from one that was already that way instead of by scratch.
"Um... Why do you use We as a pronoun?"
Um... Cool. Do you like creating angels?
"There is many of use here."
I... used to. But whenever i made an angel, they came out..... colder, than ones made with actual souls. Turns out mortality causes something in the soul that can't be made artificially.
"Ah, understood. Thanks for telling me."
Understood. Um... Guess I was an exception or I just of been off the wall energetic when I was not an angel. Um... When was the last time you made an angel, artificial or mortal-tainted
"You are welcome."
An exception can always be a good thing. Then again, i didn't create you, so perhaps other gods got past that. I believe the last angel i made recently, was about 3000 years back or so.
"Indeed... Um... Favorite food?"
Understood. What rank are they?
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Um... I am a planetar. And thanks for the complement."
Understood.
"Ah, apologies, you don't look like the ones i've met. We thought you were a deva or solar. And you are welcome."
How old are you?
"Um... Well my old god allowed me to become a planetar but keep the shapeshifting ability. You think I could be a Solar?"
About 2 years now that I think of it
"We do not think you should be anything you don't want to be."
Rather smart for what any other creature would be an infant, i guess its a testimant to celestials
"How about I rephrase that, 'Do you think I'm worthy of being a Solar'?"
Well I lived a life before that, and then lived in the afterlife and then became an angel.
"Hm, we have know you for a while, but we are unsure what causes solar's to be created. In our eyes, you are worthy."
I see, so you are a spirit angel rather than a constructed one.
"Thanks!" Raphael says, joyful. "Um... So is there any promotion in your future."
Um... Yes. If I remember correctly I was constructed from shreds of souls but I can not be certain
"Promotion? We are not sure. We recently have learned to play an instrument, but there is not more beyond that."
Shreds of soul is a good building material. Its easier to make a soul worthy of an angel from one that was already that way instead of by scratch.
"Um... Why do you use We as a pronoun?"
Um... Cool. Do you like creating angels?
"There is many of use here."
I... used to. But whenever i made an angel, they came out..... colder, than ones made with actual souls. Turns out mortality causes something in the soul that can't be made artificially.
"Ah, understood. Thanks for telling me."
Understood. Um... Guess I was an exception or I just of been off the wall energetic when I was not an angel. Um... When was the last time you made an angel, artificial or mortal-tainted
"You are welcome."
An exception can always be a good thing. Then again, i didn't create you, so perhaps other gods got past that. I believe the last angel i made recently, was about 3000 years back or so.
"Indeed... Um... Favorite food?"
Understood. What rank are they?
"Ravioli's. Pasta is amazing."
I believe when i made them they started as little more than a deva, but recently, within the last 100 years, they reached planetar.
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
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*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
"Likewise. What kind of potions do you make?" She interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them.
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I believe when i made them they started as little more than a deva, but recently, within the last 100 years, they reached planetar.
"I've never had that before. What is it like?"
Ah, understood... Guess I should get used to more wait between promotions
"Its like a pouch of filling that you boil in water to cook."
I think it is good to grow accustomed to your position before being able to reach higher peaks. However, that doesn't mean you are underserving to have reached your current level.
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
T-I waves to them. "Whom might you be?"
She either ignores him or doesn't see or hear him, because she simply takes a seat at a table a few tables away.
"Order?"
She looks in his direction, and somehow her voice is clear even with the mask. "Excuse me?"
"Would you like to order anything?"
"No, thank you, reptillian."
"You may refer to me as Throden-Irhtos."
"No thank you, Throden-Irhtos."
"Understood. May I have a name?"
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*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
"Likewise. What kind of potions do you make?" She interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them.
He takes a seat next to her at the table, "Many forms of elixers and some more volotile posions or mixes." He says, "I could demonstrate if you desire."
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
T-I waves to them. "Whom might you be?"
She either ignores him or doesn't see or hear him, because she simply takes a seat at a table a few tables away.
"Order?"
She looks in his direction, and somehow her voice is clear even with the mask. "Excuse me?"
"Would you like to order anything?"
"No, thank you, reptillian."
"You may refer to me as Throden-Irhtos."
"No thank you, Throden-Irhtos."
"Understood. May I have a name?"
" Kristhyra Withrethin."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I believe when i made them they started as little more than a deva, but recently, within the last 100 years, they reached planetar.
"I've never had that before. What is it like?"
Ah, understood... Guess I should get used to more wait between promotions
"Its like a pouch of filling that you boil in water to cook."
I think it is good to grow accustomed to your position before being able to reach higher peaks. However, that doesn't mean you are underserving to have reached your current level.
"Oh, cool. I will try to have some when I have the time to."
Um... Yes, I guess? At least thanks for sharing your viewpoint
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Theren staggers a little as he stands up. "You crossed the line Raphael!"
Raphael frowns, angry at themselves. "I deeply apologize. Um... What shall I do to make it up to you?" They ask, helping them get up
Theren glares at Raphael. "I dont need your help. Also you cant make it up to me."
"I.... will excuse myself. I should of asked you first." They reply, teleporting away
Theren lets out a string of curses in infernal under his breath as he walks outside and tightens the bandage around his hand.
T-I looks over, confused. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Theren says rather angrily.
T-I decides to give them distance
Theren shoulders his bow and walks off into the distance.
He feels something touch his mind as helios connects to him psychically, Hello theren. I see that you did not... appreciate raphael's attempt at help.
Who are you.
I, am Helios. The god of light and knowledge. I was the one that enabled Raphael to enter your dream, apologies for not asking. I forget that mortality causes people to enjoy privacy in certain things
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Versel, curious about this new comer, silently moves over, looking them over. He doesn't speak quite yet, carrying a half mixed jar of some sort of ice blue liquid (Have i given you his description before?)
*Ye, I was there when you intro'd him.*
She simply either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table.
He follows her to the table, tapping the mask lightly with a clawed finger, unsure if they are alive
"What is it?" Her voice is clear, even with the mask on.
"What are you?" He asks, clearly curious instead of spooked like one would expect when a masked person acts like this
She reaches up and takes off her mask, revealing an elven face with purple eyes.
"Ah, you is one with sharp ears," He nods, "Your eyes are also nice."
"Thank you, reptillian."
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
"Likewise. What kind of potions do you make?" She interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them.
He takes a seat next to her at the table, "Many forms of elixers and some more volotile posions or mixes." He says, "I could demonstrate if you desire."
"That would be interesting."
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*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Theren waves from a table where he is trying to mend a broken bow.
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
T-I waves to them. "Whom might you be?"
She either ignores him or doesn't see or hear him, because she simply takes a seat at a table a few tables away.
"Order?"
She looks in his direction, and somehow her voice is clear even with the mask. "Excuse me?"
"Would you like to order anything?"
"No, thank you, reptillian."
"You may refer to me as Throden-Irhtos."
"No thank you, Throden-Irhtos."
"Understood. May I have a name?"
" Kristhyra Withrethin."
"I see. How has your day been?"
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Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Theren waves from a table where he is trying to mend a broken bow.
She either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table a few tables away.
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*Alright, sorry for that long pause, had to go to the nurse, then it was lunchtime, then I got caught into movie during class. I'mma go ahead and do my intro now.*
A 5'12 woman softly steps through the door, barely opening it as she slides through it. For some reason, she wears a blank white full-face mask with no visible markings or features. She also has on a soft-grey hooded cloak with the hood pulled up. Her stark white hair spills out of either side of the hood, draping over the silken black robe-like clothing. The only bit of skin visible is her hands, which are a light-tan color.
Theren waves from a table where he is trying to mend a broken bow.
She either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table a few tables away.
Theren sighs and grabs his bow. He then sits across from her. "Hello there."
I believe when i made them they started as little more than a deva, but recently, within the last 100 years, they reached planetar.
"I've never had that before. What is it like?"
Ah, understood... Guess I should get used to more wait between promotions
"Its like a pouch of filling that you boil in water to cook."
I think it is good to grow accustomed to your position before being able to reach higher peaks. However, that doesn't mean you are underserving to have reached your current level.
"Oh, cool. I will try to have some when I have the time to."
Um... Yes, I guess? At least thanks for sharing your viewpoint
Theren staggers a little as he stands up. "You crossed the line Raphael!"
Raphael frowns, angry at themselves. "I deeply apologize. Um... What shall I do to make it up to you?" They ask, helping them get up
Theren glares at Raphael. "I dont need your help. Also you cant make it up to me."
"I.... will excuse myself. I should of asked you first." They reply, teleporting away
Theren lets out a string of curses in infernal under his breath as he walks outside and tightens the bandage around his hand.
T-I looks over, confused. "You okay?"
"I'm fine." Theren says rather angrily.
T-I decides to give them distance
Theren shoulders his bow and walks off into the distance.
He feels something touch his mind as helios connects to him psychically, Hello theren. I see that you did not... appreciate raphael's attempt at help.
Who are you.
I, am Helios. The god of light and knowledge. I was the one that enabled Raphael to enter your dream, apologies for not asking. I forget that mortality causes people to enjoy privacy in certain things
Yeah well next time ask
I will, do not worry. I.... did see what happened in your dream
"Indeed... Um... Favorite food?"
Understood. What rank are they?
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"My name is Versel," He says with a small bow, "I am a potion maker among my people."
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"Ravioli's. Pasta is amazing."
I believe when i made them they started as little more than a deva, but recently, within the last 100 years, they reached planetar.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Versel the potion maker. My name is Kristhyra Withrethin."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"I've never had that before. What is it like?"
Ah, understood... Guess I should get used to more wait between promotions
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
"Pleased to meet you Ms. Withrethin," He says in a polite tone that most of the more feral lizardfolk wouldn't use (I'm going offa my knowledge, this may change for others)
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Likewise. What kind of potions do you make?" She interlocked her fingers and rested her chin on them.
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Its like a pouch of filling that you boil in water to cook."
I think it is good to grow accustomed to your position before being able to reach higher peaks. However, that doesn't mean you are underserving to have reached your current level.
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
He takes a seat next to her at the table, "Many forms of elixers and some more volotile posions or mixes." He says, "I could demonstrate if you desire."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
" Kristhyra Withrethin."
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Please don't hide your imperfections, if one part is beautiful, it all is.
I don't like rp-heavy games, I LOVE them.
"Oh, cool. I will try to have some when I have the time to."
Um... Yes, I guess? At least thanks for sharing your viewpoint
Hi everyone! I'm working up the will to finalize my signature, so... I guess this will be the signature for now
Yeah well next time ask
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"That would be interesting."
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"I see. How has your day been?"
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She either ignores him or doesn't notice him as she takes a seat at a table a few tables away.
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Theren sighs and grabs his bow. He then sits across from her. "Hello there."
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Alarics nods
You're welcome raphael.
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I will, do not worry. I.... did see what happened in your dream
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND