'Yes, it does. Such a creature of culture, and yet such barbarity. Knew all there was on ancient Greek philosophy, but yet was also a brutal eldritch horror who liked *censored for gore*'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Yes, it does. Such a creature of culture, and yet such barbarity. Knew all there was on ancient Greek philosophy, but yet was also a brutal eldritch horror who liked *censored for gore*'
"Ah..."
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
An obese, 9-foot-tall man in intricate, ornate golden armor walks in, carrying what looks like a hybrid between a staff and a warhammer. Anyone who knows about military history will immediately recognize the Plague Eater, a grotesque "war hero" known for his tactical genius and insatiable appetite. He's not quite "evil," per se, but he is certainly a monster.
Legends tell of him eating fallen soldiers, plague rats, medical waste, and, in some tales, even children. The Plague Eater is a terrifying lieutenant and battlemage, and is said to have singlehandedly caused the invention of flamethrowers so that the enemies wouldn't have to worry about him tracking them by taste.
The medal-laden genius bruiser walks toward the table as soon as he sees it.
'Good evening, and welcome to my not-so-humble abode. Care for some blood wine, freshly squeezed?'
The bruiser nods excitedly. "Do you happen to have red dragon? They have always been my favorite meal, but being recently reanimated means I have to wait before I take on such large prey."
*me neither lol*
Cato is admiring one of his paintings
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
(Sorry)
"Where did you get that?"
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'My friend Archon painted it. He was quite the artist. We were cellmates together'
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"It looks really good."
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
'Yes, it does. Such a creature of culture, and yet such barbarity. Knew all there was on ancient Greek philosophy, but yet was also a brutal eldritch horror who liked *censored for gore*'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
*It's a good thing I have some characters for this... oh, wait, I don't*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*you don't? I'm surprised you don't have more villain characters, most of your characters are pretty dark*
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"Ah..."
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'I didn't take you as the type to be repulsed by *censored for gore*. You, who drinks blood and plots the various tortures to inflict on your enemies'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"I'm not repulsed, just interested."
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
'Good. You're not a squeamish man. Except for when shambles are concerned'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
An obese, 9-foot-tall man in intricate, ornate golden armor walks in, carrying what looks like a hybrid between a staff and a warhammer. Anyone who knows about military history will immediately recognize the Plague Eater, a grotesque "war hero" known for his tactical genius and insatiable appetite. He's not quite "evil," per se, but he is certainly a monster.
Legends tell of him eating fallen soldiers, plague rats, medical waste, and, in some tales, even children. The Plague Eater is a terrifying lieutenant and battlemage, and is said to have singlehandedly caused the invention of flamethrowers so that the enemies wouldn't have to worry about him tracking them by taste.
The medal-laden genius bruiser walks toward the table as soon as he sees it.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Of course not."
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The Goddess of the Strings (thanks for the title Drummer!)
'Good evening, and welcome to my not-so-humble abode. Care for some blood wine, freshly squeezed?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Blood, guts, gore, they do not make us sick. But the lives of Tyrion and my not-so-friend, well, pass the sick bucket'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
The bruiser nods excitedly. "Do you happen to have red dragon? They have always been my favorite meal, but being recently reanimated means I have to wait before I take on such large prey."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Of course we have red dragon. We have every meat here, both those legal and illegal. You're not going to report me, are you?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
"Well... I can't tell anyone as long as my mouth is full, can I?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"One moment, we have red dragon steak? If I'd known that I'd have already had some."
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