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To вe α ĸɴιɢнт ιѕ тo вe α ɢυαrdιαɴ oғ jυѕтιce, α cнαмpιoɴ oғ тнe dowɴтroddeɴ...

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"...A Pαlαdιɴ pυѕнeѕ тнoѕe vowѕ тo тнe lιмιт..." ~New Bαldυr'ѕ Gαтe 3 OC ~Ser Jαιмe oғ Bαldυr'ѕ Gαтe ~Pαlαdιɴ oғ Dυтy ~Deѕcrιpтιve/Lιтerαтe ~Opeɴ тo αɴy ploтѕ ~Sнιpѕ wιтн Cнeм ~Fαce oғ ♯Drαɢoɴwolғ ~RT?


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˗ˏˋू 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙀 𝙊𝙁 𝙒𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙋 ु ˎˊ˗

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Don't mind him. He's silently scraping a whetstone against his blade, ensuring the edge is sharp for the next battle.


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"...Bυт...I've loѕт тнeм αll...Beтнαɴy...Cαrver...Moтнer..." ~New Hαwĸe oɴ тнe вlocĸ ~Fιre мαɢe poѕѕeѕѕed вy α deмoɴ oғ Rαɢe ~Veтerαɴ DARP wrιтer ~Deѕcrιpтιve/Eхperιeɴced ~Opeɴ тo ploтѕ ~Sнιp αlreαdy reѕerved ~Fαce oғ ♯Drαɢoɴwolғ ~RT?


Now he understands why they loot everyone they kill. Everyone but /them/ has much better clothing.



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they  asked,  'do  you  love  her  to  death?'  i  said,  'speak  of  her  over  my  grave  and  watch  how  she  brings  me  back  to  life'.



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"...αвoυт α мαɴ wнo ѕold нιмѕelғ...pιece вy pιece..." New Keтнerιc Tнorм Accoυnt Deѕcrιpтιve/Lιтerαтe Opeɴ тo Ploтѕ Wιll coɴтαιɴ мαтυre тнeмeѕ Pυre ɢαмe ĸɴowledɢe RT ғor D e α т н ιɴcαrɴαтe


||:Probably gonna flip this into Wyll.


He could certainly go for a round or two of ale. Gods, it has been far too long.


||:The urge to use this fucker as a character.


Gods, is he /e x h a u s t e d/.


If there’s one thing he’ll never get used to, it’s the damnable cold.

Stretches her limbs out as she lays in bed; she is not ready to greet the chill of the morning.



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𝐀𝐋𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀, DEVOUT FOLLOWER OF 𝐃𝐈𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀. 🎔

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A faint grunt left the one-eyed spellsword as he tilted his head back slightly. “…Couldn’t care much for them…man…elf…beast…vampire…Those that tend to cross my blade…Well…” He trailed off, smug as ever. The pride of a Redguard truly had no bounds.

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A couple of youngbloods /dying/ to taste a Redguard. Well…they ended up tasting something.

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Hard to be when he was fighting for his life.

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Vampirism. He has a sudden reminder of dealing with one or two of the bloodsuckers in his youth.


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