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6 yrs ago
Current You won't be laughing.
8 yrs ago
i have obtained the winds of blessing that shall lead to freedom and new power.
9 yrs ago
Ocean Man, the crust of a tanned man imbibed by the sand. Soaking up the thirst of the land.
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9 yrs ago
Is my enemy's enemy my enemy, or my friend?

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You're really only here to stalk my shit, so just go ahead man. I can't really stop you.

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Changed my username to make it less aggravating to the human eye.
Amidst all of the celebration and the mourning, there was Divinity, standing with her arms crossed and waiting for the drink to be passed around to her. Her face was grim, and her lips were held together tightly. Another boss came and went, another two guild members slain for the good of everyone else. A couple of floors ago, she might've been a sobbing mess. But she'd come to realize that shedding tears and wasting time wasn't going to revive anyone. She sheathed her sword as loudly and with as much flair as she possibly could before accepting the drink from whoever it was that passed it to her, faces didn't really matter right now.

It only took a couple of seconds for her to down it and then pass it on to the next person, then seat herself on the ground with her legs crossed. Sitting then turned to laying on her back, which lead to her swatting and people's legs to make them move so she could get comfortable while she waited for the younger guild members to compose themselves. "Pterro! When are we leaving?!" She shouted out, giving no consideration to conversations possibly going on.
@Prince of Seraphs
The point isn't to win with the dagger, or even to seem threatening. The point is to avoid becoming a dragon if he can. Which means when things get critical, that's when the scales go flying.

Name: Taene
Age: Much older than he looks.
Class: Kindred; Manakete
Weapons: Dragonstone, Ice Breath, a dagger for emergencies.

@Prince of Seraphs He does. I explicitly stated that he had a weapon aside from his dragonstone. Taene is also under strict command to conceal his stone, as his entire position is based on being a surprise.
@Prince of Seraphs
>implying warrior that's 1000s of years old can't fight with a normal weapon
May I reserve The Moon arcana?
As the Reclaimers bickered between themselves and worked out the plan they were going to use to take the village by storm, one of the people specifically handling the village stood before one of the buildings, taking a headcount of the people stuffed into the home to make sure none had escaped off to get help. When he decided the number of people was satisfactory, he ordered one of the axe-men to guard the door and dissuade the people of the village from attempting to escape. Taene then strolled over to the bandit leader who was standing in front of the other building containing the captured villagers, barking orders at his men to move faster and to haul loot like their lives depended on it. Likely because they did.

He was a burly man who seemed much more blubbery than he did muscular. At about 7'9", he would be quite intimidating to anyone smaller than him and judging by how his crew reacted to his shouting, that hypothesis would be correct. But after people got past the size of his upper body, what Taene assumed they were looking at next was the large blade carried on his back. Upon reaching the leader's position, Taene attempted to capture his attention as he seemed to be wrapped up in screaming at his crew.

"Sir-" Taene began, but he was very quickly interrupted by the louder man who assumed Taene was one of his run-of-the-mill bandits. "WHAT!? Ah, yes, you. What is it?" He said, scratching the side of his head. The Kindred pinched the bridge of his nose to relax the headache he could feel rumbling through the corridors of his cerebral cortex. "I wanted to know if this was going to take much longer. Eventually we're going to get attacked if we wait here long enough." The bandit leader put his arm around Taene's shoulder and his other arm swept outward towards the sky. "Look, m'boy, this crew is one of the finest in the land! The chances of someone getting the drop on us are closer to none than they are some!" And, at that, the leader let out a hearty laugh. He went back to barking orders almost too fast, as soon as he was done with his little chucklefest.

Taene sighed. "If you insist, sir." With one quick maneuver, he slipped from underneath the leader's arm and walked back to stand in front of the building to reclaim his post, telling the bandit that he can go back to guarding the entrance to the village. His hand ran through the hair of his forehead to the top as he yawned slightly, leaning against the frame of the door of the building. "Can't wait to get paid and then get out of here." Tae blinked his eyes a couple of times to make sure he remained alert, and kept his eyes trained on the sky. Never knew what could come from above, after all.
Diplomatic enforcer. Otherwise known as that huge guy from HR that's bald but has knuckles the size of a freight train.
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