*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.
Xan leans over and watches before taking his hand and studying it "mn"
It trembles intermittently.
Xan watches for a moment and sighs "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about that short of a wish spell." He said "Greater and lesser restoration would just heal you, not that issue"
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 Brand. Nice to meet you as well."
Brand nods his head and lights a cigarette "mhm"
"Care to pass one?"
He hands over his box and nods
Karl takes a cigarette and lights it with a match. "What side you on?"
"which ever pays me more money" he said and took off his mask. Brand was obviously human. He has dark brown hair, stubble-cut close shaven beard, and steel grey eyes. (Basically my profile picture)
Karl looks over. He is a half-elf with much the same beard, and piercing blue eyes. He looks tired. "Which one right now?"
"Neither" he grumbles
"Well, I'm here on lookout. They post us every few miles."
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
"Doctor said it was psychosomatic." His left hand shakes a bit.
Xan leans over and watches before taking his hand and studying it "mn"
It trembles intermittently.
Xan watches for a moment and sighs "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about that short of a wish spell." He said "Greater and lesser restoration would just heal you, not that issue"
"You don't have to do anything."
"no. I do" he said and chuckled
Emmet grins. "Why is that?"
"because I can"
"How nice." Emmet sips his coffee. "This is nice."
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"
"Hello Brand. Nice to meet you as well."
Brand nods his head and lights a cigarette "mhm"
"Care to pass one?"
He hands over his box and nods
Karl takes a cigarette and lights it with a match. "What side you on?"
"which ever pays me more money" he said and took off his mask. Brand was obviously human. He has dark brown hair, stubble-cut close shaven beard, and steel grey eyes. (Basically my profile picture)
Karl looks over. He is a half-elf with much the same beard, and piercing blue eyes. He looks tired. "Which one right now?"
"Neither" he grumbles
"Well, I'm here on lookout. They post us every few miles."
"hm" he said "I just live here and clients come to me for who they want dead"
*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.
Xan leans over and watches before taking his hand and studying it "mn"
It trembles intermittently.
Xan watches for a moment and sighs "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about that short of a wish spell." He said "Greater and lesser restoration would just heal you, not that issue"
"You don't have to do anything."
"no. I do" he said and chuckled
Emmet grins. "Why is that?"
"because I can"
"How nice." Emmet sips his coffee. "This is nice."
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 Brand. Nice to meet you as well."
Brand nods his head and lights a cigarette "mhm"
"Care to pass one?"
He hands over his box and nods
Karl takes a cigarette and lights it with a match. "What side you on?"
"which ever pays me more money" he said and took off his mask. Brand was obviously human. He has dark brown hair, stubble-cut close shaven beard, and steel grey eyes. (Basically my profile picture)
Karl looks over. He is a half-elf with much the same beard, and piercing blue eyes. He looks tired. "Which one right now?"
"Neither" he grumbles
"Well, I'm here on lookout. They post us every few miles."
"hm" he said "I just live here and clients come to me for who they want dead"
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
"Doctor said it was psychosomatic." His left hand shakes a bit.
Xan leans over and watches before taking his hand and studying it "mn"
It trembles intermittently.
Xan watches for a moment and sighs "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about that short of a wish spell." He said "Greater and lesser restoration would just heal you, not that issue"
"You don't have to do anything."
"no. I do" he said and chuckled
Emmet grins. "Why is that?"
"because I can"
"How nice." Emmet sips his coffee. "This is nice."
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"
"Hello Brand. Nice to meet you as well."
Brand nods his head and lights a cigarette "mhm"
"Care to pass one?"
He hands over his box and nods
Karl takes a cigarette and lights it with a match. "What side you on?"
"which ever pays me more money" he said and took off his mask. Brand was obviously human. He has dark brown hair, stubble-cut close shaven beard, and steel grey eyes. (Basically my profile picture)
Karl looks over. He is a half-elf with much the same beard, and piercing blue eyes. He looks tired. "Which one right now?"
"Neither" he grumbles
"Well, I'm here on lookout. They post us every few miles."
"hm" he said "I just live here and clients come to me for who they want dead"
"Cool. Hey, Howabout a shooting contest?"
He raises an eyebrow "No, i prefer just to sit here and talk"
*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.
Xan leans over and watches before taking his hand and studying it "mn"
It trembles intermittently.
Xan watches for a moment and sighs "I'm afraid there is nothing I can do about that short of a wish spell." He said "Greater and lesser restoration would just heal you, not that issue"
"You don't have to do anything."
"no. I do" he said and chuckled
Emmet grins. "Why is that?"
"because I can"
"How nice." Emmet sips his coffee. "This is nice."
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.
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 dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
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 dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
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.
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 dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
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.
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
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"because I can"
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
"Well, I'm here on lookout. They post us every few miles."
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.
"How nice." Emmet sips his coffee. "This is nice."
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.
"hm" he said "I just live here and clients come to me for who they want dead"
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
"nice...?" Xan said, now the confused one.
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
"Cool. Hey, Howabout a shooting contest?"
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.
"Enjoyable."
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.
He raises an eyebrow "No, i prefer just to sit here and talk"
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
"Hm.... never heard that about me before"
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
"Sorry. It gets boring here."
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.
"With your current profession? Sure."
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.
"Understandable" he said "What load do you carry?" he asked
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
An audible ticking can be heard.
A dirty, hand-painted clockwork kobold, painted and dressed in faded reds and whites, strides into the inn. They seem to radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
A simple-looking clockwork man, with the same colors and stylings as the kobold, shuffles in behind them. They do not radiate a tangible aura of excitement.
*Can't go a single day without making a new character, can I?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The paranoia of constantly being watched. The stress of duty. Among other things."
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 chuckles a bit "Yes yes"
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 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.
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 didn't need your secrets you keep. I meant what firearm or weapons do you carry?"
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 finishes his coffee and places the mug down. "You want to do something?"
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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.
"Sure" He says and smiles "Like what?"
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
*Description?*
The little automaton walks up to him, with the sad clown construct following behind.
The kobold pulls out a rag and pours something on it. They then offer it to Adder.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels