”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
*Oh Sekiro is also pretty good at killing immortals things.*
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
*Oh Sekiro is also pretty good at killing immortals things.*
*these three might need to team up for a super awesome big mission*
Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.
Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.
Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally.
Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.
the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
*Oh Sekiro is also pretty good at killing immortals things.*
*these three might need to team up for a super awesome big mission*
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
*Oh Sekiro is also pretty good at killing immortals things.*
*these three might need to team up for a super awesome big mission*
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.
Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.
Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally.
Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.
the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
“Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”
*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”
Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.
Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.
Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally.
Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.
the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
“Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”
*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”
"Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"
"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."
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”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
“Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”
“I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”
Varavothim the elf cowboy is practicing his aim on random people from six hundred feet away.
the doom duck has just dismembered an Archmage.
new character soon maybe because I have so many ideaaaaas?
The Tiefling watches the duck and pulls out a whip. Without saying a word, they crack the whip on the ground, creating a portal. “A unique specimen. Perhaps the ‘club’ will be intrigued by you.”
It turns around, adjusting its tiny hat on its tiny duck body.
Hello, mortal.
“Hello, duck capable of killing masters of the arcane. Or do you prefer a different title?”
I am the doom duck. Who are you?
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
What sort of... experiment?
"I simply need to use your strength to measure that of another creature. In simple terms, a battle."
seems simple… why not?
"That's the spirit" They crack the whip again and out of the portal climbs a tiny white weasel.
Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.
Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.
Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally.
Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.
the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
“Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”
*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”
"Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"
"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."
“Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”
”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.
Varavothim the elf cowboy is practicing his aim on random people from six hundred feet away.
the doom duck has just dismembered an Archmage.
new character soon maybe because I have so many ideaaaaas?
The Tiefling watches the duck and pulls out a whip. Without saying a word, they crack the whip on the ground, creating a portal. “A unique specimen. Perhaps the ‘club’ will be intrigued by you.”
It turns around, adjusting its tiny hat on its tiny duck body.
Hello, mortal.
“Hello, duck capable of killing masters of the arcane. Or do you prefer a different title?”
I am the doom duck. Who are you?
“Draken, Beast Master of the Dragon Slayers. Pleasure to meet you, doom duck. Would you care to help me test an experiment?”
What sort of... experiment?
"I simply need to use your strength to measure that of another creature. In simple terms, a battle."
seems simple… why not?
"That's the spirit" They crack the whip again and out of the portal climbs a tiny white weasel.
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
“Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”
“I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”
Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.
Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.
Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally.
Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.
the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
“Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”
*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”
"Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"
"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."
“Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”
”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.
"Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."
He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.
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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 have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
“Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”
“I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”
Sekiro is also training with The mortal Blade, moving so fast you can only see him sheath and unsheath the blade.
Rag has drunken himself into unconsciousness and Abaddon is going to be pissed about it.
Jason is currently taking Coronet on a tour of his soul, literally.
Varavothim is watching him perched up on a rock, shooting birds out of the sky, hitting every time.
the Jailor has had a few less drinks than him and is going through the five stages of grief while reading a novice’s spellbook, because she is also horribly drunk.
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
“Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”
*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”
"Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"
"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."
“Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”
”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.
"Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."
He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.
“Where are ya from, Sekiro?” He says, shooting another bird out of the sky, then shooting it twice more while its falling.
She waves goodbye before falling unconscious.
Abaddon is pacing around the entrance to the courtroom, going over papers when Rag flies in.
”You have no idea. The reason they hired me is because of his ability. It made him pretty much untouchable. But of course, I have a weapon that cancels out all magical effects and abilities.”
“I see… I guess I have something sort of similar… I’m the guy you hire when you need to kill something unkillable. Immortal…”
“Mind if I see?”
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
“Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”
“I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”
“Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”
“Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”
“Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”
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*Oh Sekiro is also pretty good at killing immortals things.*
He holds up his revolver, with the words inscribed into it saying, death’s hand.
he passes it to him after removing all of the bullets.
*these three might need to team up for a super awesome big mission*
One of the birds fall in front of Sekiro, and he slices it to nothing before it hits the ground. He looks up “Hello stranger.”
*I should make a character that works for Abaddon.* Rag occasionally looks up, mumbles something as a blubbering drunk does, and then goes back into unconsciousness. He eventually wakes up enough to sits next to her.
*That would be epic.*
*That would be fun*
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“Huh. Doesn’t look to impressive, but looks can be deceiving.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“It’s called the reaper’s shot. Rumored to be crafted by the hands of death itself.” He takes it back, and reloads it.
”in the right hands, it never misses. And it produces a special toxin… very little of it, but so ungodly deadly it can dispel the life of any thing it touches. It’s called the mortal memento. Only makes enough to infuse three bullets a week. Has another poison though. Just Less potent and a lot easier to cure.”
“Ello, Pardner. What ya doing around here?”
*that could be fun* “I have a-hic- horrible headache…”
"Practicing my swordsmanship. You?"
"So do I. Abadd- Abaddon is going to kill me."
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
“Hm. I prefer hand or hand combat to firearms.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
“I prefer to never be close enough to my target for them to realize what’s happening before there is a bullet firmly lodged in their skull, but I see where you’re coming from.”
"That's the spirit" They crack the whip again and out of the portal climbs a tiny white weasel.
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I am The Grand Envisioner!
“Practicing my aim… I’m Varavothim, death’s left eye. Who are you?”
”he’d get so mad-HIC- he’d slam his hammer thing into the ground and say, ‘WHAT-HIC-Are Y-OU DOING?!?” And he’d tell his boyfriend to chop your head off… it’d be-HIC- hilarious.” She mimics Abaddon slamming his Gavel into the ground in anger.
what is this creature?
“Ha! I like you. What’s your name friend?”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist
"Sekiro, The Wolf. A pleasure to meet, Varavothim."
He laughs for a bit before sobering up a bit. He gets up and his wings sprout out of his back "I should get-Hic- going. We should do this again some-Hic- time." He then leaves to unsteadily fly back to the courthouse.
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
“Varavothim, Death’s left eye. What’s yours?”
“Where are ya from, Sekiro?” He says, shooting another bird out of the sky, then shooting it twice more while its falling.
She waves goodbye before falling unconscious.
Abaddon is pacing around the entrance to the courtroom, going over papers when Rag flies in.
”where… were you?”
“Toji Fushiguro, the sorcerer killer. Or The one who left it all behind.”
The only thing I know for certain is that I exist