Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
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.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
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.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
"You seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
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.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
"I've noticed. The forest has eyes, you know."
The gorgon shakes her head. "Homanids."
He seems to disappear. Wrong! I'm afraid that I'm a bit more than that. He's sitting in a tree, holding an unlit cigar as if he were smoking it.
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
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.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
"I've noticed. The forest has eyes, you know."
The gorgon shakes her head. "Homanids."
He seems to disappear. Wrong! I'm afraid that I'm a bit more than that. He's sitting in a tree, holding an unlit cigar as if he were smoking it.
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.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
"I've noticed. The forest has eyes, you know."
The gorgon shakes her head. "Homanids."
He seems to disappear. Wrong! I'm afraid that I'm a bit more than that. He's sitting in a tree, holding an unlit cigar as if he were smoking it.
Emmet is sitting on the roof, tending to his wounds.
Snakes are gathering at the edge of the forest, and two shadowy figures argue.
A large man in a strange formal outfit approaches the shadowy figures. Judging by the brambles on his cuffs, he seems to be from the very, very cursed part of the woods.
The figures glare at the newcomer. One is what seems to be a large medusa wearing a blindfold, and the other is a strange upright insectoid.
"Why are you arguing? I'm sure this misunderstanding can be resolved with a fresh perspective."
The insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
"I've noticed. The forest has eyes, you know."
The gorgon shakes her head. "Homanids."
He seems to disappear. Wrong! I'm afraid that I'm a bit more than that. He's sitting in a tree, holding an unlit cigar as if he were smoking it.
The bug hisses and walks away.
The man seems disappointed. He teleports away.
The gorgon throws her hands up and slithers away.
The bug man is quickly heading deeper into the woods.
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 insectoid clacks its mandibles and hisses. The gorgon speaks in a long, drawn out voice. "Mind your business, little one."
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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.
"If you don't want my help, please take this argument somewhere private."
*The man knows all languages.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The insectoid's sentiments are pretty much the same. The gorgon replies. "We are in the forest."
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've noticed. The forest has eyes, you know."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hello friends :)*
Xan is chilling with outside. He is dressed in a black sweater, a simple grey jacket, and grey, high waisted slacks. He is smoking a cigarette while watching the sky.
The Brand is outside, hunting an elf that is his assignment for a client.
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
Rani is in the forest, taking a nap.
Azul is with Phantom.
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Cadwallader stands beside him, holding an unlit cigar.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Mn?" He tilts his head "what do you want?"
*may i get a description?*
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 seem to have a way with people. I'm wondering how you do that."
*A large, human man with a faint eye pattern woven into his suit. His hair is dark brown and his eyes are yellow.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The gorgon shakes her head. "Homanids."
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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.
He seems to disappear. Wrong! I'm afraid that I'm a bit more than that. He's sitting in a tree, holding an unlit cigar as if he were smoking it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Emmet looks up with him.
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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 bug hisses and walks away.
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.
The man seems disappointed. He teleports away.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The gorgon throws her hands up and slithers away.
The bug man is quickly heading deeper into the woods.
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.
Cadwallader is looking at the sky.
The Baron is setting up yet another picnic in the woods.
The Black Door is open.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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The Baron, now in more casual clothes, sits down near Rani, trying not to disturb him. He starts reading his spellbook.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He wakes up after a few minutes. "Hey! Watchya doing?"
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"Regretting my decisions. This was meant to be a peaceful vacation, and now I'm being threatened by monsters I have no experience fighting."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels