Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
Xan watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
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 watches for a minute before jumping down and standing in front of him. He dug in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a crystal vial with sparkling red liquid. He kneels down and forces him to drink it.
Emmet drinks it. "Errgh."
Xan pokes his forehead. "you good there?"
"Just getting a feel for this body."
"well you did a good job" Xan said and gave him a sincere smile.
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
"you did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
"Hmm." Emmet struggles to stand.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
"you can rest, do whatever you want" he said and chuckled
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.
*Anyways, wanna RP? Got Phantom, Iralias, and Soldaer right now, but Yazrin can be swapped in instead of Soldaer if you'd rather.*
*Uhhhhhh* *Heres mine*
Horus is sitting on the couch
Vivian is drinking orange juice
Chimera is out in the grass
*Gonna need a description, but let's see how she does with Iralias.*
Iralias is sitting on stage, tuning his guitar and humming, as though warming up.
*Half elf drow girl, about 5'8" with a bit paler skin than the average drow. She has short brown hair and iridescent colored eyes*
Vivian looks up at the stage, listening to the music
*Nice*
Iralias nods to her amicably, before he starts singing. It's a little slower, but very beautiful song. It's in elvish, and about two lovers separated by time and distance who find each other again. It's obviously not directed at her though, but rather at a beautiful human sitting at a table in the back.
She hums along a bit, looking back at the human and smiling for a bit before returning to her things
He smiles a bit again, and continues his performance, hitting every note perfectly. He finishes the song with a bit of a flourish, hopping off the stage and slinging his guitar over his shoulder at the same time. He walks over to Vivian, smiling a little.
"I really liked your song," She grins as he walks over
He smiles warmly. "Thank you." He says with a slight bow of his head. He gestures to the seat across from her. "May I?"
"You're welcome." She nods, "Go ahead, don't have anyone i'm waiting on."
He smiles, and pulls the seat out, taking a seat. He sets the guitar on a nearby unoccupied chair. "So... what brings you here?" He asks, his clear, ice blue eyes shining with curiosity.
"Portals," She says with a smile, "Always thinking with em."
He chuckles. "Fair enough. Portals can be a little unpredictable."
"You have no clue." She chuckles
"Oh, I've done my fair share of portal travel." He says with a wry grin.
"Really? And what sorta places have you been?"
He chuckles. "Many worlds on the material plane, hundreds of different places in the Feywild, where I came from, the Shadowfell a few times. Even ended up in one of the lower planes for a few seconds before getting dropped on top of a mountain."
"Wow, well traveled aren't ya."
He shrugs. "I'm almost 400 years old..." He chuckles.
"Huh, getting near your middle age eh?" She asks with a laugh
He laughs. "No clue, to be honest. One of the things about having spent so much time in the Feywild is that time is weird. Physically, I'm only about 200, but I've lived double that. Time passes strangely in the Feywild, not to mention the natural magic there has some rather unpredictable side effects."
"I could've done better. I could've served you better."
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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 did well enough" he said and patted his cheek.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"So what happened back there with that guy?"
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.
"Something for me to mess with" he said and chuckled "but mostly someone for me to keep an eye on"
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." Emmet struggles to stand.
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.
Xan sighs and helps him stand "there"
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
He leans on his halberd. "What next?"
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.
"you can rest, do whatever you want" 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
"..." Emmet looks around.
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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.
"whats wrong?"
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
"There's nothing else to do."
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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.
"And?"
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
"Nothing. It's not important."
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.
"tell me" Xan 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
*And nowth it be'ith quiet again'th*
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
*Freaking computer and wifi is laggy today >:[*
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
"It's nothing. Let's go to the roof or something."
Extended Sig (Now updated!)
(He/Him)
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
*I'm here, everybody!*
The Baron is having another picnic outside.
The Black Door is open.
< I plan on introing yet another character soon, probably an Apostle. >
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He laughs. "No clue, to be honest. One of the things about having spent so much time in the Feywild is that time is weird. Physically, I'm only about 200, but I've lived double that. Time passes strangely in the Feywild, not to mention the natural magic there has some rather unpredictable side effects."
Xan stares at him for a minute and digs in his bag and pulls out a small strip of iron. He taps it against Emmet's head (Make WIS save)
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