Drake puts out a plate of practically every breakfast item you can think of. As well as a a thing of coffee, a carton of milk, and a pitcher of orange juice. He puts up a sign. NO DRINKIN TILL 10
A strangely dressed figure walks into the tavern. He wears ragged clothes that wouldn't match at all if they weren't so sun-bleached: Work pants, a semi-dressy shirt, and a ragged military long coat, worn thin and covered in dust.
Even stranger is his headgear: a metal, nearly perfectly cylindrical helmet with a loop on the top, supposedly for some sort of hook. There are three doors on his helmet, supposedly for his eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. All of them are closed.
He walks toward the bar and picks up a danish and offers two silver pieces to Drake.
A strangely dressed figure walks into the tavern. He wears ragged clothes that wouldn't match at all if they weren't so sun-bleached: Work pants, a semi-dressy shirt, and a ragged military long coat, worn thin and covered in dust.
Even stranger is his headgear: a metal, nearly perfectly cylindrical helmet with a loop on the top, supposedly for some sort of hook. There are three doors on his helmet, supposedly for his eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. All of them are closed.
He walks toward the bar and picks up a danish and offers two silver pieces to Drake.
Brand raises an eyebrow, watching the new comer.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A strangely dressed figure walks into the tavern. He wears ragged clothes that wouldn't match at all if they weren't so sun-bleached: Work pants, a semi-dressy shirt, and a ragged military long coat, worn thin and covered in dust.
Even stranger is his headgear: a metal, nearly perfectly cylindrical helmet with a loop on the top, supposedly for some sort of hook. There are three doors on his helmet, supposedly for his eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. All of them are closed.
He walks toward the bar and picks up a danish and offers two silver pieces to Drake.
Brand raises an eyebrow, watching the new comer.
The stranger places down the silver and walks to an unoccupied table. He pulls out a dagger and starts cutting the danish into bite-sized pieces.
Once he finishes, he opens to door to his mouth, revealing scars unlike any that anyone here has seen before.
It looks like his mouth has been sewn up, but he had crudely removed the wires holding it shut.
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Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
A strangely dressed figure walks into the tavern. He wears ragged clothes that wouldn't match at all if they weren't so sun-bleached: Work pants, a semi-dressy shirt, and a ragged military long coat, worn thin and covered in dust.
Even stranger is his headgear: a metal, nearly perfectly cylindrical helmet with a loop on the top, supposedly for some sort of hook. There are three doors on his helmet, supposedly for his eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. All of them are closed.
He walks toward the bar and picks up a danish and offers two silver pieces to Drake.
Brand raises an eyebrow, watching the new comer.
The stranger places down the silver and walks to an unoccupied table. He pulls out a dagger and starts cutting the danish into bite-sized pieces.
Once he finishes, he opens to door to his mouth, revealing scars unlike any that anyone here has seen before.
It looks like his mouth has been sewn up, but he had crudely removed the wires holding it shut.
Brand raises an eyebrow and walks over, lifting his mask a bit to reveal a grin. "Hey there" he said and sat down beside them. "Ill buy your drink for ya" he swipes up the money the man placed on the counter, giving it back to him.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
"That is a very fair comment."
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"I now get why you were a bit wary of me, Zac. But worry not, I hold no grudges against you. Any kobold could be my best friend, or my worst enemy."
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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"Good!"
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
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*This almost died. Let’s not have that.*
Drake puts out a plate of practically every breakfast item you can think of. As well as a a thing of coffee, a carton of milk, and a pitcher of orange juice. He puts up a sign. NO DRINKIN TILL 10
Back in black baby
Brand chuckles a bit and fixes his mask "nice shooting by the way"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A strangely dressed figure walks into the tavern. He wears ragged clothes that wouldn't match at all if they weren't so sun-bleached: Work pants, a semi-dressy shirt, and a ragged military long coat, worn thin and covered in dust.
Even stranger is his headgear: a metal, nearly perfectly cylindrical helmet with a loop on the top, supposedly for some sort of hook. There are three doors on his helmet, supposedly for his eyes, nose, and mouth, respectively. All of them are closed.
He walks toward the bar and picks up a danish and offers two silver pieces to Drake.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Brand raises an eyebrow, watching the new comer.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The stranger places down the silver and walks to an unoccupied table. He pulls out a dagger and starts cutting the danish into bite-sized pieces.
Once he finishes, he opens to door to his mouth, revealing scars unlike any that anyone here has seen before.
It looks like his mouth has been sewn up, but he had crudely removed the wires holding it shut.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
Brand raises an eyebrow and walks over, lifting his mask a bit to reveal a grin. "Hey there" he said and sat down beside them. "Ill buy your drink for ya" he swipes up the money the man placed on the counter, giving it back to him.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The stranger nods.
"Thanks, but.... why?" He turns to "look" at Brand.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Eh, you look different and different people are pretty cool in my book"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Brand's mask is different, he now sports a dark green gas mask with red glass eye covers. The chuckle behind the mask is sort of muffled.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"Heh. Most people don't see it that way."
He opens the door to where his eyes should be, instead revealing two pools of solid lead.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Hm" he said, studying his eyes "Interesting indeed! how did you get them?"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
The figure chuckles, a wheezing, rasping sound.
"It took almost no effort at all! Just a little legwork... in the wrong direction."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"ahhh. an accident" he said and chuckled
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]