“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
“I don’t remember asking you opinions.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
“I don’t remember asking you opinions.”
"I don't remember wanting to see your ugly face, bye." He begins to walk once more, still in his lands.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
“I don’t remember asking you opinions.”
"I don't remember wanting to see your ugly face, bye." He begins to walk once more, still in his lands.
A bolt of fire lands next to him “Get out.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
“I don’t remember asking you opinions.”
"I don't remember wanting to see your ugly face, bye." He begins to walk once more, still in his lands.
A bolt of fire lands next to him “Get out.”
He reaches into his pockets, pulling out two knuckle dusters and putting them on "Hahaha. How about you make me?" He turns around and cracks his neck.
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“You’ve already entered. There’s no point in doing it now. Now, if you don’t have a real reason to be here, I advise you leave before you anger me further.”
"Once again, I don't fear any threats you make. What would you classify as a real reason to be here?" He reaches into both of his pockets.
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
“I don’t remember asking you opinions.”
"I don't remember wanting to see your ugly face, bye." He begins to walk once more, still in his lands.
A bolt of fire lands next to him “Get out.”
He reaches into his pockets, pulling out two knuckle dusters and putting them on "Hahaha. How about you make me?" He turns around and cracks his neck.
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
He smiles, shadowy energies gathering around his knuckle dusters, made of a shining silver like the moon on a starless night "You named your weapon Hell Razor, a fitting name I suppose. I have named these things the Last Horizon."
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
He smiles, shadowy energies gathering around his knuckle dusters, made of a shining silver like the moon on a starless night "You named your weapon Hell Razor, a fitting name I suppose. I have named these things the Last Horizon."
“Well then.” He takes a battle stance “It shall make a fine addition to my collection.” He swings his blade, fire coming from the holes to add an extra layer of fire to the strike. 10,000 power points 372
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
He smiles, shadowy energies gathering around his knuckle dusters, made of a shining silver like the moon on a starless night "You named your weapon Hell Razor, a fitting name I suppose. I have named these things the Last Horizon."
“Well then.” He takes a battle stance “It shall make a fine addition to my collection.” He swings his blade, fire coming from the holes to add an extra layer of fire to the strike. 10,000 power points 364
"We will see." The blade slashes him, making a deep gash, and he swings a fist for his face, shadowy power coming from the swing, matching the power he expended with that flame strike. An unmistakable look of enjoyment on his face. 10,000 power points,561 *1. I think you forgot to add the True artifact bonus. 2. Is he actually going for the kill?*
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
He smiles, shadowy energies gathering around his knuckle dusters, made of a shining silver like the moon on a starless night "You named your weapon Hell Razor, a fitting name I suppose. I have named these things the Last Horizon."
“Well then.” He takes a battle stance “It shall make a fine addition to my collection.” He swings his blade, fire coming from the holes to add an extra layer of fire to the strike. 10,000 power points 364
"We will see." The blade slashes him, making a deep gash, and he swings a fist for his face, shadowy power coming from the swing, matching the power he expended with that flame strike. An unmistakable look of enjoyment on his face. 10,000 power points,561 *1. I think you forgot to add the True artifact bonus. 2. Is he actually going for the kill?*
*Did I? Oh, does it get individually added to each d6? Because if that’s so, he’s going to get destroyed. And yes, he’s going for the kill* He takes the blow straight on, burning ichor trickle slightly from his mouth as he swings again. 10,000 power points 1185
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O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
He smiles, shadowy energies gathering around his knuckle dusters, made of a shining silver like the moon on a starless night "You named your weapon Hell Razor, a fitting name I suppose. I have named these things the Last Horizon."
“Well then.” He takes a battle stance “It shall make a fine addition to my collection.” He swings his blade, fire coming from the holes to add an extra layer of fire to the strike. 10,000 power points 364
"We will see." The blade slashes him, making a deep gash, and he swings a fist for his face, shadowy power coming from the swing, matching the power he expended with that flame strike. An unmistakable look of enjoyment on his face. 10,000 power points,561 *1. I think you forgot to add the True artifact bonus. 2. Is he actually going for the kill?*
*Did I? Oh, does it get individually added to each d6? Because if that’s so, he’s going to get destroyed. And yes, he’s going for the kill* He takes the blow straight on, burning ichor trickle slightly from his mouth as he swings again. 10,000 power points 1185
*It is every d6, but I'm pretty sure its just +2, unless I'm missing some important knowledge. Why is he going for the kill?* The blade cleaves through his chest, but no ichor spills out, his body collapsing despite this. He swings a punch for his skull, aiming to crush it. 10,000 power points 570
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What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
*The Black Mud it swallowed and it gulped in desire, as it sucked on my knees like a baby's pacifier*
*I've returned from the marshes surrounding Cesspool Cave. Beaver dams are hard to find. Anyway, what's happening with Faltros vs Crotalus?*
*WOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOO*
*I HAVE NO IDEA*
*Seems we are in the same boat then, brother. Want to roleplay? I've been rereading V for Vendetta so I'm in a madly theatrical mood. It couldn't be here though since my only character is tied up at the moment.*
*The Black Mud it swallowed and it gulped in desire, as it sucked on my knees like a baby's pacifier*
*I've returned from the marshes surrounding Cesspool Cave. Beaver dams are hard to find. Anyway, what's happening with Faltros vs Crotalus?*
*WOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOO*
*I HAVE NO IDEA*
*Seems we are in the same boat then, brother. Want to roleplay? I've been rereading V for Vendetta so I'm in a madly theatrical mood. It couldn't be here though since my only character is tied up at the moment.*
*The Black Mud it swallowed and it gulped in desire, as it sucked on my knees like a baby's pacifier*
*I've returned from the marshes surrounding Cesspool Cave. Beaver dams are hard to find. Anyway, what's happening with Faltros vs Crotalus?*
*WOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOO*
*I HAVE NO IDEA*
*Seems we are in the same boat then, brother. Want to roleplay? I've been rereading V for Vendetta so I'm in a madly theatrical mood. It couldn't be here though since my only character is tied up at the moment.*
*Sure. The Dome? Lord's Rest? I wanna try out my*
*M E R C H A N T*
*I don't exactly understand the Dome but I've been wanting to join it. How about there? Also, that's some pretty good art.*
“Something necessary. Or an offer that I can’t refuse.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*Poor Foréir, I’m just imaging the literal steam coming out of his ears right now*
"Meddle not in the affairs of dragons, for thou art crunchy and taste good with ketchup."
Characters for Tenebris Sine Fine
RoughCoronet's Greater Wills
"Hmm. How about I give you some wine? Perhaps a large amount of wine?"
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Worthless. Ale and beer is superior and we already have a brewery.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He takes a deep breath "Of all the idiotic things you have said, saying Ale and Beer are superior takes the cake."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“I don’t remember asking you opinions.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I don't remember wanting to see your ugly face, bye." He begins to walk once more, still in his lands.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
A bolt of fire lands next to him “Get out.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He reaches into his pockets, pulling out two knuckle dusters and putting them on "Hahaha. How about you make me?" He turns around and cracks his neck.
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“So be it.” From the scabbard at his side, he draws a longsword. A main body of tempered steel and edges of sharpened obsidian. A hilt of flame and leather, two holes near the point “State the name of thy weapon! For this is the Hell Razor.”
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
He smiles, shadowy energies gathering around his knuckle dusters, made of a shining silver like the moon on a starless night "You named your weapon Hell Razor, a fitting name I suppose. I have named these things the Last Horizon."
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
“Well then.” He takes a battle stance “It shall make a fine addition to my collection.” He swings his blade, fire coming from the holes to add an extra layer of fire to the strike. 10,000 power points 372
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
"We will see." The blade slashes him, making a deep gash, and he swings a fist for his face, shadowy power coming from the swing, matching the power he expended with that flame strike. An unmistakable look of enjoyment on his face. 10,000 power points,561 *1. I think you forgot to add the True artifact bonus. 2. Is he actually going for the kill?*
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*The Black Mud it swallowed and it gulped in desire, as it sucked on my knees like a baby's pacifier*
*I've returned from the marshes surrounding Cesspool Cave. Beaver dams are hard to find. Anyway, what's happening with Faltros vs Crotalus?*
*Did I? Oh, does it get individually added to each d6? Because if that’s so, he’s going to get destroyed. And yes, he’s going for the kill* He takes the blow straight on, burning ichor trickle slightly from his mouth as he swings again. 10,000 power points 1185
O sorrow, I have ended, you see, by respecting you, because I am certain you will never leave me.
Ah! I realize it: your beauty lies in the force of your being. You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved: because I know that on the day of my final agony, you will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, so that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
*WOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOOWOO*
*I HAVE NO IDEA*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*It is every d6, but I'm pretty sure its just +2, unless I'm missing some important knowledge. Why is he going for the kill?* The blade cleaves through his chest, but no ichor spills out, his body collapsing despite this. He swings a punch for his skull, aiming to crush it. 10,000 power points 570
What's life without a little war to spice things up? Anyone who worries about the little things should notice the bigger picture.
I am (As drummerboy stated) The master of many faces, The unseen puppeteer, The illumination, & The unnoticed influence.
Favorite games series: Dark Souls. Shirtless Solaire. Best best game series of all time: Paper Mario. Fight me about it.
Etiam im librum scribo
*Seems we are in the same boat then, brother. Want to roleplay? I've been rereading V for Vendetta so I'm in a madly theatrical mood. It couldn't be here though since my only character is tied up at the moment.*
*Sure. The Dome? Lord's Rest? I wanna try out my*
*M E R C H A N T*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*I don't exactly understand the Dome but I've been wanting to join it. How about there? Also, that's some pretty good art.*