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?*
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.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
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.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
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?*
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.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
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.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
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.
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
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.
"It's antibiotics. It works as both a medicine and disinfectant. I had to learn the hard way that blood-borne diseases are a bad deal."
*Adder is a special type of Tiefling called a Cratch. Cratch's don't follow the rules of exhaustion like normal D&D races. They don't need food or water for more then 15 days and can go without sleep for 10.*
"Im fine" he said and chuckled "besides, not all of it's mine"
"I thought so." They look at the prosthetic arm. "I can tune that up if you like."
"No thanks mate" he said "I already got somebody who can do that for me"
They seem a little dissapointed. Then they perk up. "Wanna see a trick?"
"Sure?" he says and tilts his head
The sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
The figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
*History: 16 *
Adder knows him. Almost everyone who has been an adventurer for more than a day knows him: Lord Koszmar, the Hero Slayer.
The death knight had disappeared decades ago, and only brief sightings of him had been reported since then. They say he is always looking for more heroic, strong souls to add to his collection.
He is supposed to be a myth. Something to scare children away from becoming adventurers. Now here he is, in the metaphorical flesh.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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"so, stress?"
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
"Noted."
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.
"Yeah. I need something to take my mind off of this. The cigarette helps."
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 sad clown pulls out a wind-up key made of metal and bone and inserts it into the kobold's back, and turns it a couple of times before pulling it out. Caliope music begins playing from the kobold as they conjure three, small, flaming skulls and begin juggling them.
After juggling them for a little while, they toss the skulls up into the air, causing them to explode into fireworks. Wait, since when was it nighttime? As adder looks around, he sees that he is in a carnival on a foggy night. The kobold is nowhere to be seen, and Adder can't see further than 120 feet.
At the very edge of his vision, is a tall, tophatted silhouette with glowing red pinpricks for eyes.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Are you jealous that im talking to that chimera"
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 agree with that mate" Brand 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
Adder narrows his eyes and turns his head towards the Silhouette
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
"No!" Deception 5
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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 about that contest?"
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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.
Insight 34
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
"Mn" he grumbles "sure"
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 figure walks forward into the light. Religion, History, or Arcana check, please.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*History: 30 *
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's obviously lying.
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.
*Good morning all... got seriously distracted by the two mc servers I'm on yesterday, lol.*
Xan chuckles and leans forward towards him "Such a pathetic liar you 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
*hey 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
Karl squints. "You see that pinecone there?" *Perception DC 20*
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.
Iralias is sitting in his usual spot, a chair pulled close to his as though waiting for someone. Two plates of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns sit in front of him.
Phantom sits on a boulder on the edge of the lake, simply watching the waters below him.
Aricyra is back inside, seeming a bit calmer now, and eating some breakfast.
Adder knows him. Almost everyone who has been an adventurer for more than a day knows him: Lord Koszmar, the Hero Slayer.
The death knight had disappeared decades ago, and only brief sightings of him had been reported since then. They say he is always looking for more heroic, strong souls to add to his collection.
He is supposed to be a myth. Something to scare children away from becoming adventurers. Now here he is, in the metaphorical flesh.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels