A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Douxgras is wandering around town, very frustrated about something.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings. He watches Douxgras with narrowed eyes.
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
"I made mistakes. I'm trying to fix what I broke." he snarls
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
"I made mistakes. I'm trying to fix what I broke." he snarls
Kraus laughs cruelly "I doubt you could fix anything."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
"I made mistakes. I'm trying to fix what I broke." he snarls
Kraus laughs cruelly "I doubt you could fix anything."
He clenches the hilt of his sword. "There was once a time I would kill someone for talking to me like this. But my temper has gotten better over the years."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Douxgras is wandering around town, very frustrated about something.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings. He watches Douxgras with narrowed eyes.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
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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 man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
"I made mistakes. I'm trying to fix what I broke." he snarls
Kraus laughs cruelly "I doubt you could fix anything."
He clenches the hilt of his sword. "There was once a time I would kill someone for talking to me like this. But my temper has gotten better over the years."
"Obviously not." He chuckles "You are about as worthless as anyone."
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
Douxgras is wandering around town, very frustrated about something.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings. He watches Douxgras with narrowed eyes.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings.
Kraus narrows his eyes behind his silver plated mask, his arms folded over his body armor.
The man looks directly at him, eyes narrowed, hand straying to his sword.
Kraus pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "I suggest ye move along." He says, his tone cold.
Dyn scowls. "I'm sorry, you gotta problem?" he snarls
"Several. About twenty of them being you at this moment." He says, tilting his head.
"Well spit it out. Don't be a coward about it."
"They way you look and carry yourself, your about as useful as a grain of sand."
"we all are fool. Why do you think we are down here?"
"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
"I made mistakes. I'm trying to fix what I broke." he snarls
Kraus laughs cruelly "I doubt you could fix anything."
He clenches the hilt of his sword. "There was once a time I would kill someone for talking to me like this. But my temper has gotten better over the years."
"Obviously not." He chuckles "You are about as worthless as anyone."
"That statement also includes you then."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
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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.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
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"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
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Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
"Yeah, so, I'd rather not get into a fight. I'm pretty bad at them, but I usually win through the incredible tactic of 'not dying' or the much better one, 'not participating.' So, what's your name? I'm Douxgras. I used to be from one of the richer families down here, but while I was out in the wilderness for 8 years they got knocked down a couple of pegs."
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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.
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"I am here to serve, to protect. You are here because you fell."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"ah, a soldier are ya?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Douxgras is wandering around town, very frustrated about something.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"A rabid dog who serves and protects those I deem worthy." He sneers "You just look like a chihuahua who deserves to be stuck in a pit."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
A man, about 30, is walking through the town in old and ratty chain mail. On his back is a shield and at his hip is a longsword. Once part of the conquering army he was thrown out due to his...disobedient nature. He has short black hair with light brown eyes. Over his mouth his a scarf. His boots clomp on the stone path as he surveys his surroundings. He watches Douxgras with narrowed eyes.
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"I made mistakes. I'm trying to fix what I broke." he snarls
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus laughs cruelly "I doubt you could fix anything."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
*this looks awesome, imma start working on a character for this soon.*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
He clenches the hilt of his sword. "There was once a time I would kill someone for talking to me like this. But my temper has gotten better over the years."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
The big monster turns his head. "There's no library here! Disgusting!" Everything about him is slow and deliberate. His soft, voluminous fur and softer, more voluminous body move like molasses. "I'll have to build one. Surely they must throw books down here from time to time. If not, I can write some."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Obviously not." He chuckles "You are about as worthless as anyone."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
His hand drifts to his sword. "Alright there?"
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"That statement also includes you then."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
*He has learned nothing from Douxgras*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry, just venting. Please don't draw that. It wouldn't work out well for me."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.
*Your honor, he is just a little stupid.*
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"it wouldn't work out for any of us."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
Kraus suddenly steps in, standing in front of Douxgras. He pulls out his cleaver, gripping it. "You will not hurt him." He snarls.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
"I had no intention of doing so." he says with a smile. "Sorry...just an old soldiers PTSD."
Ye old creator of characters
Tortured poet and writer
This mortal body is expendable, I will be released from my binding soon.
"Yeah, so, I'd rather not get into a fight. I'm pretty bad at them, but I usually win through the incredible tactic of 'not dying' or the much better one, 'not participating.' So, what's your name? I'm Douxgras. I used to be from one of the richer families down here, but while I was out in the wilderness for 8 years they got knocked down a couple of pegs."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
May each word that I speak be backed by each of my teeth.