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@ColouredCyan You've yet to post your character in the character sheet tab.

Edit: I always thought the "Safety Alarm" was more of a rape whistle that was taught to the younger mages in case something happened.
"Very well then" King Scone Hiran nodded as he held his sword over his shoulder. "As king, I could allow either of you men to walk in for me. As a leader, however, I feel it best that I lead from the front" he explained. The king casually strolled in front of the party into the direction of the dungeon.

Lifestyle Wandering


The king noticed several facilities in disrepair. Being inside the castle, there was no way he could have known. Seeing this noble truth, the king planned in his mind a plot to repair the buildings.
But this way, people actually know this thread is alive.
"That sounds like three for Whispers." Vulthathar stated as he wrote the name down in pen. He rolled it up in a scroll and put it into his coat. "I'll have to wait until the snow stops before sending though." The demon said. With his last sentence, he finished his cigarette, and took it out of his mouth. The demon snuffed the cigarette out on the bar surface, put the butt in his pocket, and reached into his coat for his carton.

"Anybody want one?" the demon offered, sticking a cigarette out of the box. Without awaiting a response, he took the cigarette from the carton and put it in his mouth. As he did, the front end appeared to light itself. Vulthathar shook the carton, letting out a cigarette. "Anybody?" he asked.


Bump of FREEDOM
"Well" Vulthathar started "I actually like Team Alice. All the professional adventurers really love those dark sounding names that sound really cool, dark, and serious. That's not you lot though. If the comfy furniture and female majority if you don't count myself says anything, I think a cuter fluffier name would be more suitable. Of course, I've never actually named a team before- the members never let me get away with it."

The barkeep, finished washing his mugs leaned up against the bar and towards the adventurers. "I'm not paying for those chairs" the barkeep commented.

"Anyway, Team Whisper does seem to be winning by a majority vote, with the other two presented options only getting one apparently." the demon pointed out. He spread the certificate out on the bar and was ready to sign. "Now, any objections?"
As another patron entered the tavern, Vulthathar turned his head abruptly. The demon raised an eyebrow as he poofed up another contract and held it in his hand, playing with it slightly. There was a bit of anticipation in his action as if he were impatient about something until the new person had revealed himself as a member of the party almost immediately after stepping through the door.

"I knew there was another man in my group" Vulthathar stated. The demon presented the new patron with the contract. "Just sign here" he said, opening the contract and pointing next to a big black X.
Daddy Liberty took a step back as he saw what fluids had dripped from the ghul. It was an unfamiliar sight that confirmed to Daddy Liberty that he was not fighting anything remotely close to human- which means it was easier for him not to hold back.

"I ain't got no sword" Jim said. He stood up, feet planted firmly. The sling of his M240 held pressure over his fresh stab wound, the butt stock of his M4 in the pocket of his shoulder. The rifle was square to Abraham, Daddy Liberty still in a very much ready position. "Sorry if I had to disappoint." Jim's finger curled around the trigger. He placed his cheek to the stock and lurched his head forward so that his cheek was touching the charging handle. Jim continued to slowly step back, as his sights lined up with his target.

"Law man says I can't say the second part of what I'm thinkin', but the first part is die" Jim announced as he squeezed the trigger. A bullet fired from the short barrel of his M4, brass casing flying from the ejection port of his rifle and hitting the wall next to it, falling to the ground with a light clink. The barrel lit red and the entire rifle boomed with the loud noise as the bullet shot forth toward its target.
Edit: I'm stupid
@The_written_JohnYour character is fine as it is right now.
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