A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
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.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
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.
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
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.
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
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.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home."
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.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home."
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home?"
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
Emmet takes a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. How are you this morning?"
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.
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
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.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home?"
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
Emmet takes a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. How are you this morning?"
"Awake as I can be" he said and shrugged "what about you?" He purred
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home?"
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
Emmet takes a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. How are you this morning?"
"Awake as I can be" he said and shrugged "what about you?" He purred
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.
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
"Thank you. Nice rifle."
he nodded "thank you" he said "who are you?"
"Name's Karl Manning." He sets the guitar down. "And you?"
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.
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home?"
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
Emmet takes a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. How are you this morning?"
"Awake as I can be" he said and shrugged "what about you?" He purred
"New body, old pains. The cane helps."
"You need any help with healing" he said and smiled
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
"Thank you. Nice rifle."
he nodded "thank you" he said "who are you?"
"Name's Karl Manning." He sets the guitar down. "And you?"
"The Brand" he said and chuckled "Pleasure to meet you"
*Hello Friends. I am in the mood to cause mass chaos*
Xan is inside, drinking coffee. "How in the bloody hells do people drink this?" he said to the cup "Your very bland" In his hand suddenly appears chili flakes as he sprinkles them in.
Adder is outside. He is cleaning blood off himself and humming "Rasputin" to himself. His shirt, a specialized metal vest, layers of bandages, and his prosthetic arm sat beside him on a tree stump.
Cold is training against Cold-light walkers to hone his skill. He was dressed in Mercenary-like clothes (bound metal plates, treated-leathers, etc) with his signature white mask over his face. He had on metal gauntlets with sharp blades that could retract in an out.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
Emmet grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
"the coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" he said
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home?"
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
Emmet takes a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. How are you this morning?"
"Awake as I can be" he said and shrugged "what about you?" He purred
"New body, old pains. The cane helps."
"You need any help with healing" he said and smiled
"Doctor said it was psychosomatic." His left hand shakes a bit.
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.
A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
The man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
"Thank you. Nice rifle."
he nodded "thank you" he said "who are you?"
"Name's Karl Manning." He sets the guitar down. "And you?"
"The Brand" he said and chuckled "Pleasure to meet you"
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.
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A man dressed in cold combat wear is strumming a song on his guitar. A rifle and pack lays next to him. A few medals are displayed on his jacket, and he sits close to a campfire. A few lyrics stand out from the song he's playing.
"Help me, help me, help me, sail away. Or give me two good reasons why I should stay."
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.
Emmet has his armor off, and curiously watches Xan while he sips from his own mug.
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.
Brand looks over from his rifle cleaning and raises an eyebrow under his mask.
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
Xan looks over at him and raises an eyebrow "You look confused"
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 man finishes the song before talking. "Care to sit by the fire?"
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.
Brand stands up and walks over, chuckling a bit "quite the singer ya are"
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 grabs the cane with his right hand and walks over. "Conjuring pepper flakes for coffee? I am confused."
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 coffee is bitter and bland so I need some spice to it" 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
Emmet takes a seat next to him. "Does it remind you of home."
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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.
"no." He said "I just prefer things with spice in them"
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 takes a sip of his coffee. "Hmm. How are you this morning?"
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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.
"Thank you. Nice rifle."
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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.
"Awake as I can be" he said and shrugged "what about you?" He purred
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 nodded "thank you" he said "who are 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
"New body, old pains. The cane helps."
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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.
"Name's Karl Manning." He sets the guitar down. "And 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.
"You need any help with healing" he said and smiled
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 Brand" he said and chuckled "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
"Doctor said it was psychosomatic." His left hand shakes a bit.
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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.
"Hello Brand. Nice to meet you as well."
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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.