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3 mos ago
Current I mean if it works as a method to stop bleeding in one way, it works for others.
4 mos ago
As a Necromancer who plans better than dark Lords with no nose. I will just respawn. I edited my tag to essential in Skyrim exe.
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4 mos ago
As a necromancer. I cannot claim to have brought JFK Back, but im off to buy a brand new gothic castle next week with a cursed ominously glowing clock that tolls dramatically.
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5 mos ago
Start your own cult and buy discount choclate in 2 days
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Happy New year
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Banned, that thunder belonged to zeus.
I keep seeing this and hey... intresting...
Banned. You missed the hall mark movie ginger bread classes.
Banned. Its almost Chiristnas eve.
vashthishtra silent sands. “Vashra”


The scale folk remained quieter, he drew a few eyes in the mostly human and other establishment but no one tried to challenge him or force him out. Which was a least OK sign. His folk did not often find a warm.welcome in places like this, beats folk. They were treated like their other kins of various lines. The scale folks were pretty insular and stayed out of people's way, they traded fairly…for most part, and kept their word. This had earned them least trust if people were still somewhat cautious about them. Vashra.was used to this as he finished his pint rapidly and flagged down for another, by sheer muscle mass he was hardly affected.

“You attract a strange clan” He said, not disapproving or against the idea or those around him, but a statement of fact. This was a strange fellowship wanting to adventure into the mountains. “Those mountains old. Old places, have old soul. Care we must take. Ruins vast, and far, some settled by scale folk…or less… nice things.” The Scale folk said but was not scared off by the potential adventure, such progress required risk, it was a risk to just leave the fortified villages of his people deep in the valleys and ruins of the lands.

“many rumours. Little truth.” The scale folk said as he swayed gently on his reptilian form and thanked a barmaid taking a pint of a dark ale and passing over a coin. He was a beast folk but not a beast.

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“Sounds like we have a acord, a pleasant day to you Gentlemen and officers.” The Post Captain said with a little bit of drama. It was not strictly needed but they had come to some form of an agreement for now. Worked out support for the ship and crew and had some idea what to do before they had to attend to the tailor for the Royal event. “I do believe I shall see the architecture your city is famed for, once I find a way to send a message home .”

He said as he rose , gave a salute typical of the older Favis Navy and headed out the wider city, The Col was slightly above his rank, but not by much far as he understood inter nation ranks, it usually sat around the lt col to col ranking area anyways. He never would make the flag ranks bar honorary promotion but that was OK, Post Captain was hardly a stage in his career to be upset about.

Making his way out into the sunlight into an
Intact city untouched by war again he straightened his jacket before checking his map to the Favis embassy, or the telegraph. Whichever came first. He really needed to sort that out, a new uniform might be solved in one go if he was really really lucky and they had got left overs. The city was alive, bright and energetic, people were out, lights glittered in windows and things moved about with a purpose.

A far cry from the last days of the last city they lived

“Adventure awaits.” He said looking about but one eye he had to move his head more to capture the area about him and the wider perspective. He did however detour by a street vender serving hot strong eastern coffee, taking the small cup revolently, he had enjoyed it prior. Strong, bitter and oh so hot.

“Ahh” he thought as he paused looking for landmarks to his destination.

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