Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
Emmet takes out a waterskin and takes a swig. He then takes out a small piece of wood and starts whittling.
the bush rustles as Xan disappears quietly
Emmet glances back at the bush before he returns to working.
-and Xan waddled away, dododododo till the very next day-
Emmet is beating the stuffing out of an animated combat dummy, barehanded.
Karl is attempting to shoot the pinecone again.
Xan is watching from a distance, eyes narrowed.
Brand is wandering outside. He is dressed in a plain, unimpressive white mask with a blank expression, caked in dirt. He wears a brown hunting jacket with a flannel shirt underneath. He is messing with a hunting knife, flipping it in his hand.
Emmet sits down and sighs. He glances at Xan.
Xan is partially hidden behind trees and bushes, but his eyes peek through them.
Emmet takes out a waterskin and takes a swig. He then takes out a small piece of wood and starts whittling.
the bush rustles as Xan disappears quietly
Emmet glances back at the bush before he returns to working.
-and Xan waddled away, dododododo till the very next day-
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 is sitting inside, smoking a cigarette while staring up at the ceiling.
Adder is doing sit-ups while hanging upside down from a tree branch.. His hunting jacket sits beside him on a stump, his belt with his sheathed firestone daggers sit on top of that.
<Lawrence is making a Survivor character to bring in from DbD/curse of strahd>
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.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 20 )
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
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 is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
Xan is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed dagger.
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
"I pledged my service. So I will serve."
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
"If you so wish."
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 26 )
He's fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
He smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
11. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man’s skull.
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-and Xan waddled away, dododododo till the very next day-
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
*:D*
Emmet is carving something.
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 is sitting inside, smoking a cigarette while staring up at the ceiling.
Adder is doing sit-ups while hanging upside down from a tree branch.. His hunting jacket sits beside him on a stump, his belt with his sheathed firestone daggers sit on top of that.
<Lawrence is making a Survivor character to bring in from DbD/curse of strahd>
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
*Now it tis quiet*
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
*Shhhhh...*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
A figure shimmers into existence near the edge of the forest. He strides to the tavern, half in and out of this plane.
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.
*NEW HALLOWEEN UPDATE FROM DBD!!!!*
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
*Spook*
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 is inside, resting on the couch. He is dressed in a black hoodie, grey skinny jeans, and thick black boots, his brown fluffy hair pokes out from under his hood as he stares at the ceiling.
Cold is outside. He is wandering around the woods quietly. He wears a plain white mask with a blank expression, it is caked in dirt and grime. He dons a dark grey hunting jacket and white shirt underneath. His blue skin seems to crackle with frost.
Adder is outside. He is doing sit-ups quietly while counting to himself in infernal. His jacket lies on a stump next to him as well as a sheathed 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
Emmet strolls over with his armor on. His voice is even and emotionless. "What can I do for you?"
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.
"Nothing" he said, his voice neutral. "Why?"
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 pledged my service. So I will serve."
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.
"Mn" he says and sits up "wanna do something fun?" the corners of his lips turn up a bit
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
"If you so wish."
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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.
"Im asking Y o u. Not the subservient you"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
Emmet leans on his halberd. "Sure."
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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.
Xan leans on his fist and stares at Emmet (Insight: 20 )
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 fine with it.
"Go on. What is it?"
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 smiles a bit, a sickly sweet smile "What if we killed somebody" he said and leaned back on the sofa.
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 starts a little. "O-Okay."
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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.