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14 days ago
Current @POOHEAD What hair?
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I like spam.
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Are we breaking knees?
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Wear your brown pants.
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I refuse to own a Glock purely out of spite. I'm sick of seeing them and hearing about them.

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I'll give this shot. My work hours are getting cut, so I have some extra time.
@Winter Star12 I saw somebody else that had it and decided to try it myself because I needed something for my signature. I'm pleased with my result as well.
"Then you many consider my actions for their benefit if it suits you,", Atone said to Yagra. "The gods frown upon senseless bloodshed all the same, and his actions were uncalled for."

Atone looked around at the crowd. With the fight over they would surely all disperse and business as usual would resume once more within the tavern. He also couldn't help but frown slightly. As intimidating as the half-orc was, those men had seemed more afraid of Atone. Whether it was due to his being a paladin or his devilish bloodline was unclear, but he couldn't help but think it was the latter. Such was his fate for the curse he bore.
I have the lyrics to Hotel California memorized.
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Atone had been standing in the corner as isolated as he could possibly be in such a crowded place as he maintained a quiet vigil over the establishment. He spoke to no one, but he watched everyone. As soon as the fight broke out he was quick to respond. A bald-headed and tattooed man had decided to pick a fight with a half-orc. A foolish decision on his part, really. The half-orc would no doubt be able to fend for herself, but the man was not alone and such violence inside the tavern would not be tolerated.

Atone forced his way through the crowd that had gathered around the brawl until he made inside of the circle they had formed around the combatants. Standing straight and tall and taking a deep breathe, Atone used thaumaturgy to amplify his voice to the point where he could be heard even over spectators who had gathered.

"That's enough," he roared. "Such behavior will not be tolerated."

He turned to the bald man that had started the fight.

"You were the instigator. You will leave the tavern at once for disturbing the peace."
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