"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
Emmet grimaces. "..."
"Was i correct?" he askes
"Bingo."
Xan chuckles "Tell me. What do you desire in a person. Are they strong, handsome?" he askes
Emmet takes a seat and motions for Xan to do the same. "Sure."
Xan chuckles and sits on Emmet's lap instead "Tell me, what is it that you desire in me?" he askes, his eyes turning a lustrous gold color.
Emmet tenses up. "Err..."
"Thats not an answer" he says and chuckles
Emmet's answer comes out rushed. "For you to recognize my devotion and love."
"HA!" Xan laughs and covers his face in his hands, laughing. He wipes away tears "You think i want to be like this? I know you love me but you don't fully understand, I can't love"
Emmet holds his hands. "We can try to fix it."
"Fine. Lets try step one then" he said and grinned. Suddenly his form melted away into a young man with short brown hair and a close shaven stubbly beard. he has bullet holes peppered through him, all over his skin. "The real me, Do you still love it despite it being ruined?"
The chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
The chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
The chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
Emmet grimaces. "..."
"Was i correct?" he askes
"Bingo."
Xan chuckles "Tell me. What do you desire in a person. Are they strong, handsome?" he askes
Emmet takes a seat and motions for Xan to do the same. "Sure."
Xan chuckles and sits on Emmet's lap instead "Tell me, what is it that you desire in me?" he askes, his eyes turning a lustrous gold color.
Emmet tenses up. "Err..."
"Thats not an answer" he says and chuckles
Emmet's answer comes out rushed. "For you to recognize my devotion and love."
"HA!" Xan laughs and covers his face in his hands, laughing. He wipes away tears "You think i want to be like this? I know you love me but you don't fully understand, I can't love"
Emmet holds his hands. "We can try to fix it."
"Fine. Lets try step one then" he said and grinned. Suddenly his form melted away into a young man with short brown hair and a close shaven stubbly beard. he has bullet holes peppered through him, all over his skin. "The real me, Do you still love it despite it being ruined?"
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 chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
Cold smiles behind his mask "You ok?"
"Sorta yep."
"I feel like i tripped down stairs, but yeah"
Xan rolls his eyes and lies on the couch again, trying to ignore the chimera.
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
"What a shame. There would have been so many opportunities for someone like you. Pity you chose the latter option."
He pulls out a device that looks like a random mash of magic items wired into a sending stone. He points what looks like a mirror towards the warrior for about a second, then puts the item away.
"Sure hope you're either very rich or very good at foraging."
"you are welcome" he said and chuckled. "tell me, do you know I can't feel love? Its interesting, I can't feel compassion or a sense of needing to besides someone. Only lust"
Emmet smiles (Deception 10) "That must be horrible."
Insight 33
He really feels like frowning.
"Did that strike a nerve with you? All i am doing is telling you the truth because i can tell, deep down inside you, your drawn to me"
Emmet grimaces. "..."
"Was i correct?" he askes
"Bingo."
Xan chuckles "Tell me. What do you desire in a person. Are they strong, handsome?" he askes
Emmet takes a seat and motions for Xan to do the same. "Sure."
Xan chuckles and sits on Emmet's lap instead "Tell me, what is it that you desire in me?" he askes, his eyes turning a lustrous gold color.
Emmet tenses up. "Err..."
"Thats not an answer" he says and chuckles
Emmet's answer comes out rushed. "For you to recognize my devotion and love."
"HA!" Xan laughs and covers his face in his hands, laughing. He wipes away tears "You think i want to be like this? I know you love me but you don't fully understand, I can't love"
Emmet holds his hands. "We can try to fix it."
"Fine. Lets try step one then" he said and grinned. Suddenly his form melted away into a young man with short brown hair and a close shaven stubbly beard. he has bullet holes peppered through him, all over his skin. "The real me, Do you still love it despite it being ruined?"
Emmet doesn't flinch. "Of course I do."
"I am trash Emmet. I can't love you, i can only lust for you" he said, something changed in his eyes, a sad look. "Go find yourself a man or woman who loves you back"
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
"What a shame. There would have been so many opportunities for someone like you. Pity you chose the latter option."
He pulls out a device that looks like a random mash of magic items wired into a sending stone. He points what looks like a mirror towards the warrior for about a second, then puts the item away.
"Sure hope you're either very rich or very good at foraging."
Paladis shrugs "Only good at one thing and thats slaughter"
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
"What a shame. There would have been so many opportunities for someone like you. Pity you chose the latter option."
He pulls out a device that looks like a random mash of magic items wired into a sending stone. He points what looks like a mirror towards the warrior for about a second, then puts the item away.
"Sure hope you're either very rich or very good at foraging."
Paladis shrugs "Only good at one thing and thats slaughter"
"I see. People like you are worth a dime a dozen. Almost literally. I've hired about half of your folk and watched the other half die of violence, starvation, or infection. Like you will."
The chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
Cold smiles behind his mask "You ok?"
"Sorta yep."
"I feel like i tripped down stairs, but yeah"
Xan rolls his eyes and lies on the couch again, trying to ignore the chimera.
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
"What a shame. There would have been so many opportunities for someone like you. Pity you chose the latter option."
He pulls out a device that looks like a random mash of magic items wired into a sending stone. He points what looks like a mirror towards the warrior for about a second, then puts the item away.
"Sure hope you're either very rich or very good at foraging."
Paladis shrugs "Only good at one thing and thats slaughter"
"I see. People like you are worth a dime a dozen. Almost literally. I've hired about half of your folk and watched the other half die of violence, starvation, or infection. Like you will."
"Okie dokie then" he chuckles and picks his teeth with his dagger
The chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
Cold smiles behind his mask "You ok?"
"Sorta yep."
"I feel like i tripped down stairs, but yeah"
Xan rolls his eyes and lies on the couch again, trying to ignore the chimera.
cold chuckles a bit "why was i expecting worse?"
They just keep watching them
"Cause i'm a light-weight"
""Take your eyes off me" he said and rolls over to his side.
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
The chimera is sitting on the floor in the main room, eating what looks like the tail of a displacer beast
Aovin is heavily drunk despite having only drinken half an ale
-open slot-
Xan was in the library. He was messing with a polished wooden yew lyre. He plucked at the strings gently and stared at the ceiling.
Cold is watching over Aovin, sipping rose tea.
Paladis is outside, sparring with an animated wooden training dummy.
After some time, the chimera enters the library, seeming drawn by the music
"Hye cold..... you have like..... 6 hands." Aovin says in a half mumble as he leans on them
Xan looks over at him and narrows his eyes. He is in a form that looks like he came right of a greek story. He sits up and rolls his eyes, leaning on his hand "What do you want?"
Cold pats his head "Little brother of mine, you are drunken"
"Hm, you look funny." He replys, sitting down nearby, "I just heard the sounds and decided to check them out."
"Your drunkener." He replys with a hiccup
He stares at the Chimera for a moment before it melts away into a his real form (PFP above). "There, the real me" His skin is peppered with bullet holes.
Cold narrows his eyes and places and hand on his head and casts 'Lesser restoration"
"You are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
Cold smiles behind his mask "You ok?"
"Sorta yep."
"I feel like i tripped down stairs, but yeah"
Xan rolls his eyes and lies on the couch again, trying to ignore the chimera.
cold chuckles a bit "why was i expecting worse?"
They just keep watching them
"Cause i'm a light-weight"
""Take your eyes off me" he said and rolls over to his side.
A massive, smog-belching, oil-dripping trawler/U-boat hybrid comes ashore at the nearby docks. The Fleisher is written on the hull. A man steps off of it.
He has pale skin and a yellow bowl cut that partially covers his dull eyes. He wears a yellow tie with three red eyes on it, a long, leather apron, a dress shirt with rolled-up sleeves, work boots, and work gloves. On his hip is some sort of heavily modified flintlock pistol.
Beside him is a broken-down-looking, two-headed, mechanical gnoll. Its glowing red eyes shine through broken lenses.
The man walks toward the inn. Doesn't stride, doesn't run, just walks.
The warrior (From above) looks out the window at them and tilts his head
The man and the machine enter the inn. The man pins a note to the job board, which states that "Grouper Corp" will be building a meat cannery in the area, and that jobs will be given out with no requirements as long as you can show up on time.
It also mentions that anyone who stands in the way of the construction will be escorted to the afterlife promptly.
Paladis (Thats his name) walks over and tilts his head. Suddenly he cracks his neck to the side. Two pairs of crimson-red wings unfolded from under the tunic and he stretched.
The man doesn't seem impressed, or even interested. "Do you want something?"
The man shakes his head and walks back to his table.
The inventor puts a box on the table. It reads "Taxes."
The man clears his throat.
"Due to the rising threat of demonic and undead forces emerging from the local waters, I have decided to place various defenses along the entire coast. You will all help, whether through paying for fuel or working on the machine. This is non-negotiable. As long as you remain in the area, it is your civil duty to protect yourself and others in this way."
"I don't have to anything for anyone anymore" he hissed and leaned back in his chair.
"I'm sorry, but that is not your decision to make. But if you insist on not helping, then you are welcome to fight the hordes of Drowned Ones and demons yourself."
His tone remains steady and unamused.
"No" he said and grinned
"I'm sorry again, but, uh, what gave you the impression that you have a choice? You see, I am an exception to many laws, as is my company. You will cooperate, or you will die. That is not a threat, that is a fact."
"No" he said again with a chuckle
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
"What a shame. There would have been so many opportunities for someone like you. Pity you chose the latter option."
He pulls out a device that looks like a random mash of magic items wired into a sending stone. He points what looks like a mirror towards the warrior for about a second, then puts the item away.
"Sure hope you're either very rich or very good at foraging."
Paladis shrugs "Only good at one thing and thats slaughter"
"I see. People like you are worth a dime a dozen. Almost literally. I've hired about half of your folk and watched the other half die of violence, starvation, or infection. Like you will."
"Okie dokie then" he chuckles and picks his teeth with his dagger
The man smiles briefly. "Let me explain. I've marked you. You are now untouchable. The only places that will dare to heal you, feed you, protect you, shelter you, or even sell to you are far from what you would call 'legal,' 'sanitary,' or 'safe.' Hope you're really good at that whole slaughter thing you do, because you're going to have to kill almost every authority figure you meet, on the material plane or in the Hells."
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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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"Fine. Lets try step one then" he said and grinned. Suddenly his form melted away into a young man with short brown hair and a close shaven stubbly beard. he has bullet holes peppered through him, all over his skin. "The real me, Do you still love it despite it being ruined?"
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 are full of atleast one more hole than usual."
"Ugh...." Aovin murmers, looking like he's going to throw up, but no longer drunk
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Xan rolls his eyes "did you come in here to bother me?"
Cold smiles behind his mask "You ok?"
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
"Worthless folks like you don't tend to last very long once I move in. I suggest you get packing. Of course, if you're too useless to do even that, you are welcome to die instead."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"No im good" he said with a kind grin as he messed with his dagger
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
Aovin raises his hand, "As a demon i'm offended."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Sorta yep."
"I feel like i tripped down stairs, but yeah"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Emmet doesn't flinch. "Of course I do."
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 rolls his eyes and lies on the couch again, trying to ignore the chimera.
cold chuckles a bit "why was i expecting worse?"
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
"What a shame. There would have been so many opportunities for someone like you. Pity you chose the latter option."
He pulls out a device that looks like a random mash of magic items wired into a sending stone. He points what looks like a mirror towards the warrior for about a second, then puts the item away.
"Sure hope you're either very rich or very good at foraging."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"I am trash Emmet. I can't love you, i can only lust for you" he said, something changed in his eyes, a sad look. "Go find yourself a man or woman who loves you back"
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
Paladis shrugs "Only good at one thing and thats slaughter"
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 guys, I must go for a bit. Ill be back on soon because i have drama later lol*
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 see. People like you are worth a dime a dozen. Almost literally. I've hired about half of your folk and watched the other half die of violence, starvation, or infection. Like you will."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
They just keep watching them
"Cause i'm a light-weight"
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Okie dokie then" he chuckles and picks his teeth with his dagger
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
""Take your eyes off me" he said and rolls over to his side.
"Of course you are" he said with another chuckle
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 play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
"Last i checked they were still in my head."
"I don't drink a lot, its hell!" He sighs
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
The man smiles briefly. "Let me explain. I've marked you. You are now untouchable. The only places that will dare to heal you, feed you, protect you, shelter you, or even sell to you are far from what you would call 'legal,' 'sanitary,' or 'safe.' Hope you're really good at that whole slaughter thing you do, because you're going to have to kill almost every authority figure you meet, on the material plane or in the Hells."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels