Watyll

"How much is the salary?"

((The white text burns))

((That's already the Patron Aengul of Farming. Tel's character XD

((Cir told me it was Tahariae. So I spelled it wrong, but not in that way. Why must everything be so complicated?))

((Posted with the permission of Hosper. Forgive me clerics if I **** anything up about Tah lore.)) If the minds of Mandru, Daniel Baelish, and Hosper Blackthorn were to be open and receptive one particular night, they may find something odd approaching them. Whether in meditation in dream, something approaches these three clerics, bestowing unto them a sense of peace and warmth. A white light would appear, taking the form of a pure milky stag. "My Faithful. My Followers. You have served Me well, and the inhabitants of Anthos as a whole." While Tah speaks, images of a peaceful Anthos flow through their minds, from the Conclave, to Abresi, to Kal'Ithrun. "However, there is a darkness fast approaching. One more ancient than Setherien. Indeed, as ancient as the Dark One. I will not say this evil's name here, but you may be familiar with its image." The image of a red four pointed star flickers across the happy images, one, twice, three times before the happy visions continue. "One pure of heart, but tainted of body, alone she has the ability to free him from his prison. She alone can start a new era of evil." The image of the four pointed star blots out the rest of the visions, screams resounding throughout the three cleric's hearing. In the middle of the four pointed star, very clearly, can be seen a woman. As soon as her face is glimpsed, the vision ends as Tahariae's light recedes, leaving the three clerics alone in the night's darkness.

Brutalus whistles as he sharpens his broadsword. "Nope, not even one more time."

They don't flinch because they're homophobic. They flinch for the same reason they don't watch gay pornography.

"I have often regretted my speech, never my silence." -Publilius Syrus.

Brutalus looks at the heads "Stop stealing my damn job or I'll sodomize ya with a gerbil."

The ghost of Dofur Riverfoam smiles fondly on the daughter of a friend

"It was… diabeetus…"

"Make remove of kebab"