The mans voice echos in their heads even though no voice comes from the man. "You have no honor. You will face me in combat cowards."
"Why? What exactly is the point?"
"Honor is everything to me and my people. Honor is...life."
"What is the honor in attacking someone who doesn't wish to fight?"
he hesitates. "You never accepted the challenge i issued out. You disrespected honor itself."
"Hiw dies that make sense. Mist of us are unarmed, unwilling, combatants. As such you'd be attacking an unarmed foe who has technically already surrendered. There's no honor in what you do"
He pointss his sword at the man who fired a crossbow bolt at him. "He attacked me, so lets finish the fight."
"Actually he shot where your illusion was. And second you're obstructing justice,"
"That wass no illusion. That was me." he reaches up and slowly takes off the mask. His face is a skull, dripping with blood. "And i am justice." he hisses.
"Do ya got a warrent?" He asks, completely unphased, "Or a license?"
"I am The Reaper of Death. I require no such things."
The mans voice echos in their heads even though no voice comes from the man. "You have no honor. You will face me in combat cowards."
"Why? What exactly is the point?"
"Honor is everything to me and my people. Honor is...life."
"What is the honor in attacking someone who doesn't wish to fight?"
he hesitates. "You never accepted the challenge i issued out. You disrespected honor itself."
"Hiw dies that make sense. Mist of us are unarmed, unwilling, combatants. As such you'd be attacking an unarmed foe who has technically already surrendered. There's no honor in what you do"
He pointss his sword at the man who fired a crossbow bolt at him. "He attacked me, so lets finish the fight."
"Actually he shot where your illusion was. And second you're obstructing justice,"
"That wass no illusion. That was me." he reaches up and slowly takes off the mask. His face is a skull, dripping with blood. "And i am justice." he hisses.
"Do ya got a warrent?" He asks, completely unphased, "Or a license?"
"I am The Reaper of Death. I require no such things."
"Yeah, ya kinda do. See, the law doesn't care about if you're a 'reaper' or whatever." He writes down a ticket and sticks it to the skull, "Vigilantism not condoned by a verified quest giver is illegal. Pay that fine whenever you want"
The mans voice echos in their heads even though no voice comes from the man. "You have no honor. You will face me in combat cowards."
"Why? What exactly is the point?"
"Honor is everything to me and my people. Honor is...life."
"What is the honor in attacking someone who doesn't wish to fight?"
he hesitates. "You never accepted the challenge i issued out. You disrespected honor itself."
"Hiw dies that make sense. Mist of us are unarmed, unwilling, combatants. As such you'd be attacking an unarmed foe who has technically already surrendered. There's no honor in what you do"
He pointss his sword at the man who fired a crossbow bolt at him. "He attacked me, so lets finish the fight."
"Actually he shot where your illusion was. And second you're obstructing justice,"
"That wass no illusion. That was me." he reaches up and slowly takes off the mask. His face is a skull, dripping with blood. "And i am justice." he hisses.
"Do ya got a warrent?" He asks, completely unphased, "Or a license?"
"I am The Reaper of Death. I require no such things."
"Yeah, ya kinda do. See, the law doesn't care about if you're a 'reaper' or whatever." He writes down a ticket and sticks it to the skull, "Vigilantism not condoned by a verified quest giver is illegal. Pay that fine whenever you want"
The paper lights on fire as he grabs the mans arm. reaper shows the man his death as a vision.
The mans voice echos in their heads even though no voice comes from the man. "You have no honor. You will face me in combat cowards."
"Why? What exactly is the point?"
"Honor is everything to me and my people. Honor is...life."
"What is the honor in attacking someone who doesn't wish to fight?"
he hesitates. "You never accepted the challenge i issued out. You disrespected honor itself."
"Hiw dies that make sense. Mist of us are unarmed, unwilling, combatants. As such you'd be attacking an unarmed foe who has technically already surrendered. There's no honor in what you do"
He pointss his sword at the man who fired a crossbow bolt at him. "He attacked me, so lets finish the fight."
"Actually he shot where your illusion was. And second you're obstructing justice,"
"That wass no illusion. That was me." he reaches up and slowly takes off the mask. His face is a skull, dripping with blood. "And i am justice." he hisses.
"Do ya got a warrent?" He asks, completely unphased, "Or a license?"
"I am The Reaper of Death. I require no such things."
"Yeah, ya kinda do. See, the law doesn't care about if you're a 'reaper' or whatever." He writes down a ticket and sticks it to the skull, "Vigilantism not condoned by a verified quest giver is illegal. Pay that fine whenever you want"
The paper lights on fire as he grabs the mans arm. reaper shows the man his death as a vision.
He blinks twice, then slaps a pair of manacles on the reaper, "Obstruction of Justice, assaulting an officer, and destruction of property." He sighs, "That's a couple days in the slammer"
Lore is sitting inside the library of the tavern. She walks around as books float around her, opened and waiting for their stories to be read by the Archdruid. She is dressed in a black, sleeveless turtleneck, a pair of grey trousers, and simple boots. On a sofa beside her sits her staff as well as a numerous amount of weapons from different worlds. Her dogs lie on the floor, curled up and snoozing.
Elise is outside. She is dressed in simple leather armor and is practicing her swordplay by cutting down dummies like they were nothing but butter. She was barely breaking a sweat with each stroke of her blade.
Perse was sitting on the tavern roof, humming to herself while watching the sun. She seemed to be talking to it and responding as if it were talking back to her. She wears a long, pale green, tunic-like dress and carries her silver staff in her hand.
"No, sleep." She says sternly, pushing him onto his back, "You can't take care of them if you don't take care of yourself"
"I am The Reaper of Death. I require no such things."
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Theren looks up at her from the ground. "W-what?"
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"Yeah, ya kinda do. See, the law doesn't care about if you're a 'reaper' or whatever." He writes down a ticket and sticks it to the skull, "Vigilantism not condoned by a verified quest giver is illegal. Pay that fine whenever you want"
"Rest T!" She huffs, "I'll keep watch. But the days been busy for you"
The paper lights on fire as he grabs the mans arm. reaper shows the man his death as a vision.
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"I-i....ok..."
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*gtg*
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He blinks twice, then slaps a pair of manacles on the reaper, "Obstruction of Justice, assaulting an officer, and destruction of property." He sighs, "That's a couple days in the slammer"
"Thank you." She plants a kiss on the top of his head, "Sleep well"
*Bye theren!!! Have a good day!*
"im sorry but why does this concern you?"
*Good morning lovely people :D*
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
Lore is sitting inside the library of the tavern. She walks around as books float around her, opened and waiting for their stories to be read by the Archdruid. She is dressed in a black, sleeveless turtleneck, a pair of grey trousers, and simple boots. On a sofa beside her sits her staff as well as a numerous amount of weapons from different worlds. Her dogs lie on the floor, curled up and snoozing.
Elise is outside. She is dressed in simple leather armor and is practicing her swordplay by cutting down dummies like they were nothing but butter. She was barely breaking a sweat with each stroke of her blade.
Perse was sitting on the tavern roof, humming to herself while watching the sun. She seemed to be talking to it and responding as if it were talking back to her. She wears a long, pale green, tunic-like dress and carries her silver staff in her hand.
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
(hello)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*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
* morning *
I play a lot of characters
Morvius Thexire, Gold, Ara Pebble, Teko, Serenity, Rena, Cado .....Pokemon Master!
I have a youtube just type 'meaplord' im the first thing
(how are you)
Hämärä häkellyttävä, menneisyyden menettävä
Tulevaisuus tuntematta, korkealle kurkottava
Kahleet kultaiset kukistin, raudat ruostuneet ripustin
Yksinäisen yön ylitin, sieltä itsenikin löysin
*Thoroughly enjoying your profile picture.*
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
*Heya!*
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