Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
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.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
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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.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
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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.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
“I’m not even that good at it.”
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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.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
“I’m not even that good at it.”
"I'll be the judge of that. Show me some magic."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
“I’m not even that good at it.”
"I'll be the judge of that. Show me some magic."
“Uhhh. Ok? Try and hit me.” He takes out a runestone and it glows
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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.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
“I’m not even that good at it.”
"I'll be the judge of that. Show me some magic."
“Uhhh. Ok? Try and hit me.” He takes out a runestone and it glows
Jarin awkwardly throws his hammer at Colin.
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
Colin is in the lounge, throws axes into the air and then catching them
Jarin is sitting on a couch watching him.
He’s quite good at it
"You're pretty good at that, huh? I probably couldn't do that with my hammer without it falling on my head and killing me."
“My ma took me axe throwing a lot. Maybe she was preparing me for this.”
"Hmm. My mom just took me camping and stuff. That was fun. Oh, she also told me everything about every single one of the Norse myths." He scratches his head. "I can't remember if I've told you that before..."
“My ma told me the myths too…Can I tell you a secret?”
He glances around, then leans in closer.
"Sure."
“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
“I’m not even that good at it.”
"I'll be the judge of that. Show me some magic."
“Uhhh. Ok? Try and hit me.” He takes out a runestone and it glows
Jarin awkwardly throws his hammer at Colin.
When it seems like it would surely hit him, it’s path somehow changes and it diverts
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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.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
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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.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
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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.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
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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.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
"Most likely."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
"Most likely."
“What was your family like?”
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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.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
"Most likely."
“What was your family like?”
"Just me and my mom, living in a small cabin in the Rockies. We weren't rich, but we also weren't exactly poor."
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Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
"Most likely."
“What was your family like?”
"Just me and my mom, living in a small cabin in the Rockies. We weren't rich, but we also weren't exactly poor."
“That sounds nice. My ma wasn’t around much. First she was in the army. Then she got discharged after a grenade wrecked her left leg. But she was busy a lot. But she needed to support us, so I don’t blame her.”
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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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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“Tell a single soul and I’ll figure out how to kill you for good.” He takes out a note book and opens it. It’s filled with notes and drawings of various runes
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
Jarin looks at it and immediately takes note of most of them. Thurisaz, Ewhas, to name a few.
(Sorry I'm blanking on most of the names right now.)
"What's that?"
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Runes. I don’t know why, but I’m really good with them. A son of Tyr, using runes. It’s stupid.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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
"No, it's not. It means you can use magic, which is something not everyone can do. Not without years of practice, anyways."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“I’m not even that good at it.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"I'll be the judge of that. Show me some magic."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Uhhh. Ok? Try and hit me.” He takes out a runestone and it glows
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
Jarin awkwardly throws his hammer at Colin.
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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When it seems like it would surely hit him, it’s path somehow changes and it diverts
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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"See? That's really useful. Just find a way to work your fighting style around that, and you'd make a great battle mage. Also, practice, practice, practice that magic."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Maybe.” He pauses for a moment “Do you ever wish you could go back to being normal? Not being some undead warrior, fighting for the rest of eternity?”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
Jarin looks down at his feet. He slowly looks back up at Colin with a cold, dead expression in his eyes.
"Is that even a question? Of course I do."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“Maybe we could bust out of here? But we might get caught and punished.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Most likely."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“What was your family like?”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow
"Just me and my mom, living in a small cabin in the Rockies. We weren't rich, but we also weren't exactly poor."
Hi there! My name's Elk. I'm NoiSilverheart's doppelgänger. I'm a demi/grayromantic, socially awkward Okie who may or may not be a pyromaniac. *random confetti blast*
I'm a warlock of the Archcrone, and my patron is TheFriendlyArchfey. I was nicknamed AchatesCervus8337 by VitusW and given the titles "Swashbuckling Scorcher", "The Unpredictable Jedi", "Burning Fury of the Ancients", and "Combustion Knight" by DrummerBoyDragonSlayer.
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“That sounds nice. My ma wasn’t around much. First she was in the army. Then she got discharged after a grenade wrecked her left leg. But she was busy a lot. But she needed to support us, so I don’t blame her.”
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.
-Except, Prayer for loving sorrow