𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴

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☣︎ 𝖂𝖆𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕾𝖜𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜, 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖌𝖞 🗡

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍʙᴀᴛᴀɴᴛ ʀᴇɴᴅᴇʀꜱ ʜɪꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ.

ɪɴ ᴅᴏɪɴɢ ꜱᴏ, ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴꜱᴜʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ ꜱʜᴀʟᴛ ʀᴇꜱᴜʟᴛ ɪɴ ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀʏ.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

@diamonicode 24 dead, 0 found.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Hmm... the Warden talking to an Inphernal, an odd sight. They both will die and be reborn as he was, but they can live in the ignorance of this fact. Well.. maybe not the Warden.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

-apparent in the way it manifests with his interaction with the other, already.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Cold unfeeling lenses glare subtilty as the ambient light gently reflects off of them, The Warmaster stands, staring deep at the other before him.

Occasionally twitching as they stand idly, slowly their body slows with the absent minded twitches, almost like something +

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

-obvious wear and tear on his equipment, he's a might near unstoppable force in combat. A vessel of war, long sense past yet ever so present in other ways, with a different modern face, stands there, posture exposing himself fully to the other. The will of his patron Sword is +

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[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Coughing as if he is a vector for all respiratory diseases , The Warmaster briefly doubles over, before jerky movements bring him back up right again.

Outside of combat he seems rather, unfocused.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Sitting down for tea, The Warmaster leans back, and allows the mouth in protruding from his armor around his abdomen to sip from the cup, humming contently as he does so.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

-through the corpse, he turns and faces the victim, offering a shaky hand to them.

"Injured?"

Looking over the other, he shakes his head and lowers the hand, best not to risk giving them something after all. With a turn of the heel, his cape lagging behind he simply leaves.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

as he walks through the Crossroads, The Warmaster hears a disturbance, drawing two daggers, he sinks them into the walls and climbs up them, silently, having done this many times he sinks the daggers in the softer mortar that has hardened, holding the structure together.

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[𝔖𝔴𝔞��𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Getting a vantage point over the sounds in an alleyway, he looks down, witnessing an Inphernal getting mugged, he rips the daggers out of the wall and falls down, summoning his gear as he does so.

Within seconds his blade slices the perpetrator in half, rot quickly spreading +

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Patiently awaiting for the door to open, The Warmaster cocks his head to the side. Curious if his revival was a fluke, and was accidently resummoned.

[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

Walking through the abandoned wastes surrounding the apartment building, slow, rhythmic breathing is emanating from The Warmaster. This place seemed rather inhospitable, but perhaps this was by design? To keep prying eyes out and away from his Masters'.. domicile.

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[𝔖𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 @SwallowSlime]

-torso and abdomen, along with his mask.

"M'lord, I have returned, as I have once promised to you, I believe you have requested my presence?"

A hand rises with a thick, leather glove, and knocks thrice uponst the door of @poisonsbite's residence.

"M'lord?"

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