'A born winner. That's why you're rotting down here with the other flotsam of society'
"I mean, that's a thousand times better than where I started. Things are looking up for me, even if it's still looking up from an actual crock of ****."
The Halfling is sitting outside. He is painting a beautiful, although macabre, scene of half-fleshed skeletons dancing. He paints while silently humming to himself.
The Halfling is sitting outside. He is painting a beautiful, although macabre, scene of half-fleshed skeletons dancing. He paints while silently humming to himself.
The tall man walks up to the halfling and says “ just beautiful, how much would you take for it?”
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We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
The Halfling is sitting outside. He is painting a beautiful, although macabre, scene of half-fleshed skeletons dancing. He paints while silently humming to himself.
'Nice pictures. Is it of something you've seen?'
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You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Dym is outside, brutally murdering a Barlgura, laughing hysterically.
*Spoilered for gore:*
The Barlgura was killing civilians until about 30 seconds ago when it saw Dym and decided it was time to earn a promotion. It did not earn a promotion.
Dym is holding up the Barlgura by the throat while many smaller arms grafted onto the main one rip into the Barlgura and flense it. The arms rapidly restitch the skin into the Baron's cloak. Dym raises his other arm(s), and a massive flesh-and-bone hammer slides out of his sleeve, held by yet more arms. He slams down, crushing the demon's skull with blow after blow, eventually killing the damned thing.
The Chimney Baron begins to use his many arms to make quick work of the cadaver, stitching and grafting with terrible speed. In less than a minute, the corpse is gone, fully integrated into Dym's body, bones and all.
"Oh, what good fun! Shame it hurt so many people, though. I'll get started on the reparations, post haste!"
"I mean, that's a thousand times better than where I started. Things are looking up for me, even if it's still looking up from an actual crock of ****."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Perhaps so. Want another drink?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
Can I join?
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Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
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"Sure, why not?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
The Halfling is sitting outside. He is painting a beautiful, although macabre, scene of half-fleshed skeletons dancing. He paints while silently humming to himself.
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
A tall man with pale skin with dark blue eyes walks in to the bar “can I have 3 beers?”
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
The tall man walks up to the halfling and says “ just beautiful, how much would you take for it?”
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
Jaden pours him another drink
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Nice pictures. Is it of something you've seen?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
'Certainly, 3 beers coming right up!'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“ and how much do I owe you?” smiles the man
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'That'll be 6 copper pieces'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“I’m short by 6 pieces” he says after he jugs the 3 beers
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
'Got anything to barter?'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“I have Holy Water would that work?” The man asks
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🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
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'Proper pure Holy Water? With a capital H and W? That would certainly cover it, if you can prove it's the real thing'
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
“How would I prove to you” the man ask
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'
Dym is outside, brutally murdering a Barlgura, laughing hysterically.
*Spoilered for gore:*
The Barlgura was killing civilians until about 30 seconds ago when it saw Dym and decided it was time to earn a promotion. It did not earn a promotion.
Dym is holding up the Barlgura by the throat while many smaller arms grafted onto the main one rip into the Barlgura and flense it. The arms rapidly restitch the skin into the Baron's cloak. Dym raises his other arm(s), and a massive flesh-and-bone hammer slides out of his sleeve, held by yet more arms. He slams down, crushing the demon's skull with blow after blow, eventually killing the damned thing.
The Chimney Baron begins to use his many arms to make quick work of the cadaver, stitching and grafting with terrible speed. In less than a minute, the corpse is gone, fully integrated into Dym's body, bones and all.
"Oh, what good fun! Shame it hurt so many people, though. I'll get started on the reparations, post haste!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
'Put a drop in here. If it's the real thing, it will neutralise this Fireblood'
He pours a tiny glass of dark red liquid.
You guys are awesome and mean so much to me. And mean so much to each other.
I put a drop in the Fireblood and it neutralizes it “there you go” the man says
We are one, we are none, we are someone, something and somewhat
Not a dumbass/not brain dead are my pronouns
🧀PM me the word 'cheese'🧀
PM me the word 'tomato'