He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
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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.
He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He sets down his bowl, before muttering some words Rag doesn’t understand, as water begins to flow from his hands, washing the bowl “Thanks for the food.”
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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.
He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He sets down his bowl, before muttering some words Rag doesn’t understand, as water begins to flow from his hands, washing the bowl “Thanks for the food.”
“It’s the least I could do for the new arrival, no one knows when you’ll be dead, or when I’ll be dead forever, so it’s better to treat everyone with kindness now.” He smiles softly, content with his own words.
He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He sets down his bowl, before muttering some words Rag doesn’t understand, as water begins to flow from his hands, washing the bowl “Thanks for the food.”
“It’s the least I could do for the new arrival, no one knows when you’ll be dead, or when I’ll be dead forever, so it’s better to treat everyone with kindness now.” He smiles softly, content with his own words.
“Wise words, even if I don’t fully subscribe to such a belief.”
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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.
He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He sets down his bowl, before muttering some words Rag doesn’t understand, as water begins to flow from his hands, washing the bowl “Thanks for the food.”
“It’s the least I could do for the new arrival, no one knows when you’ll be dead, or when I’ll be dead forever, so it’s better to treat everyone with kindness now.” He smiles softly, content with his own words.
“Wise words, even if I don’t fully subscribe to such a belief.”
“Fair enough, one must be kind, but not gullible. Anyway, I’ve got things I must do, it was nice meeting you.”
He gives them a big sharp grin “Don’t be mistaken, I’m one of the strongest here, but I like having other talents, life isn’t just fighting you know?” He pours them a bowl of stew once he’s finished. Cooking Utensils:40
“That must be nice. Doing something other than fighting for your entire life.” He digs into the stew “This is good! What’s it made of?”
“Tarrasque, easy to find once you know how to look, spent a large chunk of my life learning how to hunt creatures like them.” He pours his own, much larger bowl.
“Never new something like that would be so delicious.”
“It’s all about knowing what you’re doing, and I’ve had time, and much better cooks to teach me.” He sits down, beginning to eat.
“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He sets down his bowl, before muttering some words Rag doesn’t understand, as water begins to flow from his hands, washing the bowl “Thanks for the food.”
“It’s the least I could do for the new arrival, no one knows when you’ll be dead, or when I’ll be dead forever, so it’s better to treat everyone with kindness now.” He smiles softly, content with his own words.
“Wise words, even if I don’t fully subscribe to such a belief.”
“Fair enough, one must be kind, but not gullible. Anyway, I’ve got things I must do, it was nice meeting you.”
“Sure. Imma go kill some people who annoy me.” He walks away, while making a limerick “There once was a half dragon man. Of him I was quite a fan. He knew how to cook. Seemed strong from a look. Quite the wonderful half dragon man.”
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
His eyes watch with a soldier’s analysis, cold, unbothered by the bloody murder, simply learning from watching.
He finish off the last person, sheathing his sword “Not even worth a Limerick.”
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
His eyes watch with a soldier’s analysis, cold, unbothered by the bloody murder, simply learning from watching.
He finish off the last person, sheathing his sword “Not even worth a Limerick.”
He shakes his head, lowering his sword “You’re fighting the wrong people if you want someone strong.”
“I’m aware. I was looking for a warmup, but those guys didn’t even get the blood flowing. I didn’t even use any magic!”
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
His eyes watch with a soldier’s analysis, cold, unbothered by the bloody murder, simply learning from watching.
He finish off the last person, sheathing his sword “Not even worth a Limerick.”
He shakes his head, lowering his sword “You’re fighting the wrong people if you want someone strong.”
“I’m aware. I was looking for a warmup, but those guys didn’t even get the blood flowing. I didn’t even use any magic!”
“Best way to get blood flowing if fighting someone who will make you bleed.” He says in his tired voice, putting away his whetstone.
He smiles “You got a point. I’m Cú Chulainn. You can call me Cú, Chu, or Lainn, or the whole thing if it floats your boat.”
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
His eyes watch with a soldier’s analysis, cold, unbothered by the bloody murder, simply learning from watching.
He finish off the last person, sheathing his sword “Not even worth a Limerick.”
He shakes his head, lowering his sword “You’re fighting the wrong people if you want someone strong.”
“I’m aware. I was looking for a warmup, but those guys didn’t even get the blood flowing. I didn’t even use any magic!”
“Best way to get blood flowing if fighting someone who will make you bleed.” He says in his tired voice, putting away his whetstone.
He smiles “You got a point. I’m Cú Chulainn. You can call me Cú, Chu, or Lainn, or the whole thing if it floats your boat.”
“Okay, Lainn.” He weakly smiles back at them “You’re a new arrival right? I don’t pay much attention to that anymore. Or at all really.”
“Yep! How about you?”
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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.
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
His eyes watch with a soldier’s analysis, cold, unbothered by the bloody murder, simply learning from watching.
He finish off the last person, sheathing his sword “Not even worth a Limerick.”
He shakes his head, lowering his sword “You’re fighting the wrong people if you want someone strong.”
“I’m aware. I was looking for a warmup, but those guys didn’t even get the blood flowing. I didn’t even use any magic!”
“Best way to get blood flowing if fighting someone who will make you bleed.” He says in his tired voice, putting away his whetstone.
He smiles “You got a point. I’m Cú Chulainn. You can call me Cú, Chu, or Lainn, or the whole thing if it floats your boat.”
“Okay, Lainn.” He weakly smiles back at them “You’re a new arrival right? I don’t pay much attention to that anymore. Or at all really.”
“Yep! How about you?”
“I’m fine, name’s Guts by the way.”
“That’s a weird name. Then again my name literally means Guard Dog of Chulainn.”
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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.
-Excerpt, Prayer for loving sorrow
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“You’re quite the interesting guy.”
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
“What can I say? I’ve lived an interesting life.” He chuckles, rubbing his beard.
He sets down his bowl, before muttering some words Rag doesn’t understand, as water begins to flow from his hands, washing the bowl “Thanks for the food.”
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
“It’s the least I could do for the new arrival, no one knows when you’ll be dead, or when I’ll be dead forever, so it’s better to treat everyone with kindness now.” He smiles softly, content with his own words.
“Wise words, even if I don’t fully subscribe to such a belief.”
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
“Fair enough, one must be kind, but not gullible. Anyway, I’ve got things I must do, it was nice meeting you.”
“Sure. Imma go kill some people who annoy me.” He walks away, while making a limerick “There once was a half dragon man. Of him I was quite a fan. He knew how to cook. Seemed strong from a look. Quite the wonderful half dragon man.”
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
Cú Chulainn is killing some people. Despite his legendary status and heritage, the sword he’s using is unremarkable
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
Guts watches from his rock, sharpening his own unremarkable yet gargantuan sword, the helm of his berserker armor over.
He fights gracefully, using a combination of swordplay and martial arts to brutally murder his opponents
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
His eyes watch with a soldier’s analysis, cold, unbothered by the bloody murder, simply learning from watching.
He finish off the last person, sheathing his sword “Not even worth a Limerick.”
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 shakes his head, lowering his sword “You’re fighting the wrong people if you want someone strong.”
“I’m aware. I was looking for a warmup, but those guys didn’t even get the blood flowing. I didn’t even use any magic!”
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
“Best way to get blood flowing if fighting someone who will make you bleed.” He says in his tired voice, putting away his whetstone.
He smiles “You got a point. I’m Cú Chulainn. You can call me Cú, Chu, or Lainn, or the whole thing if it floats your boat.”
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
“Okay, Lainn.” He weakly smiles back at them “You’re a new arrival right? I don’t pay much attention to that anymore. Or at all really.”
“Yep! How about you?”
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’m fine, name’s Guts by the way.”
“That’s a weird name. Then again my name literally means Guard Dog of Chulainn.”
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