*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
*I'm confused now. cause of his size he would've crushed at least 5 troopers by stepping on the wall*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
*I'm confused now. cause of his size he would've crushed at least 5 troopers by stepping on the wall*
*You said they scrambled back, and he would try not to step on anyone, he'd probably pick people up and move them out of the way.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
*I'm confused now. cause of his size he would've crushed at least 5 troopers by stepping on the wall*
*You said they scrambled back, and he would try not to step on anyone, he'd probably pick people up and move them out of the way.*
*I said they scrambled, never said back. They were setting up turrets on the walls.*
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
*I'm confused now. cause of his size he would've crushed at least 5 troopers by stepping on the wall*
*You said they scrambled back, and he would try not to step on anyone, he'd probably pick people up and move them out of the way.*
*I said they scrambled, never said back. They were setting up turrets on the walls.*
*My fault, he would still carefully move people out of the way as he not kill anyone.*
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Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
*They could if they wanted to. But keep in mind, these walls are extremely high. If I remember correctly you said he was 15 feet tall. These walls are about double his height.*
65 piercing damage.
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
*I'm confused now. cause of his size he would've crushed at least 5 troopers by stepping on the wall*
*You said they scrambled back, and he would try not to step on anyone, he'd probably pick people up and move them out of the way.*
*I said they scrambled, never said back. They were setting up turrets on the walls.*
*My fault, he would still carefully move people out of the way as he not kill anyone.*
They retaliate by poking him with shock batons.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Traitor is just outside the Inn, sharpening her claws with a whetstone.
KK is working on a new painting. Animated origami birds flutter around her and occasionally move to fetch different colors of paint for her.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
*Hmm, interesting, yeah he is 15ft. Anyway.*
The shrapnel tears through his flesh, but he continues walking. He takes as much metal out of himself as he can, before healing himself with a golden hand. He looks to the high walls, spreading out his dragon wings before flapping slightly up, holding up his hands peacefully "Still don't want to fight."
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
There is a loud roar as a Tie-Fighter flies above her
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Trooper scramble as they set up huge turrets. "BACK OFF!!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He steps onto the wall, his wings curling back "Shoot and your life is forfeit." He says calmly.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I'm confused now. cause of his size he would've crushed at least 5 troopers by stepping on the wall*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*You said they scrambled back, and he would try not to step on anyone, he'd probably pick people up and move them out of the way.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*I said they scrambled, never said back. They were setting up turrets on the walls.*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*My fault, he would still carefully move people out of the way as he not kill anyone.*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
They retaliate by poking him with shock batons.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He leans down, picking one of them up "You know I can barely feel that right?"
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Weeeeeee my neck hurts.*
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
*[massages neck] there there*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
He pulls out a thermal detonator. "PUT ME DOWN!"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*Where exactly does it hurt?*
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*It hurts :( I've been putting stickers on letters for awhile now..*
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
"That'll hurt you more than me." He carefully puts them back down.
Local Jokester, Viber, Doctor, and Therapist, I do my best to make your day better, and if I fail I'll try again tomorrow.
'Nothing is beautiful because it lasts.'
'War does not decide who was right, but only who is left.'
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12WUcdu6YBH2USIcmf48FCnLwDh_mGHZJZYZWwLLRzhA/edit?tab=t.0 (For when I'm gone.)
*Shoulders neck*
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'm sorry buddy :[*
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The troopers surround him, blasters raised. Two of the anti-air turrets aim at him.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.