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@Tricheus

Hey, I have my character sheet almost done and I'm going to use your character as my "Relationship With:...". Would you be cool with "You Killed My Father!"? My character is basically a slacker warlock who probably would care less. If you have any better ideas, let me know.
Very, very interested!
I'm also still here!
Oryx could do nothing but stare at his bloodied palms. His friends blood covered every crack and crease of his bones. Martox was dead. Another friend dead, and all his fault. Why couldn't he ever do more? He was raised by the gods to kill evil, but could never seem to save the good around him.

Oryx just felt empty, his light dimming in sorrow. Shame wretched at his being and grief engulfed his soul. All he wanted to do was weep or moan somehow, but he was sure that whatever tear ducts he once had were shriveled long ago.

"Not again," the skeleton mumbled, "I can't believe this. Not another damnit. Not another!"
Hey, I'm back if we are serious about this.
Interested.
Oryx rushed to Martox's side got immediately to work without a word. He would not let another friend fall with his gifts in hand. The Undead Vanguard placed his hands on the open wound and allowed his allies blood to muddy his hands as holy magics did their best to heal.

Oryx had gotten better with time, healing the wounds swiftly and locating the poison. The toxins were not rushing at a breakneck pace, but never the less it was a distrubing situation.

"Damnit," the old skeleton muttered to himself, "really didn't expect to be right back in the action like this today. Not like this."
@SuperTacticalDerp you need to post, man.

I also like ArenaSnows suggestion.


Hey sorry. Busy week. Will have a post up in an hour or two.
"Well it's got to be pretty damn strong for me to do nothing against it," Oryx replied as he kneeled behind Cewri, trying to get a look. "That or maybe I agitated it or something. I've got a hunch that our puppeteer knows more about us then we wish."

The Undead Vanguard looked back to the cabin as the flames took the entire structure whole. He mourned his chair more then the building itself, but he knwpew that at least both would have an honorable cremation, technically. Then he relized that he was talking about inanimate objects, and felt like a royal dick.

"What do we know about goblins and black magic?," Oryx asked. "I'm guessing that they must be working for somebody else."
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