Blanchables

Charles Augustus reads aloud the missive as his wife cradles the young child against her. Thinking a moment, he'd tap his chin with a pondering expression spreading across his countenance. "It matters not right or wrong. I have been called to war for GOD and Empire, and must heed said call. Only history may tell if such a choice was wise or foolhardy."

Name: Reese Midlemen Age: 23 Race: Heartlander Prior Relevant Experience: Solo adventuring, theoretical degree in physics

As the invitation reached the young Baron's doorstep, he'd look to it with a warm smile, but what soon followed was a deep frown. "It appears I learned that rather complex name for nothing now..." Nonetheless, he'd place the missive within his breast pocket, tapping it joyfully.

Charles Augustus sat alone within his quarters, coat and undershirt still coated in blood with seemingly no spot of purity. His sister's blood, the last of which he had to remember of her. His eyes flashed their greyish tint as he cradled his head within his hands, not fully absorbing the bustle and noise of the palace life below him. A solitary blink would be his only action as he continued to sit there, gently rocking back and forth within his own chamber. "But was it me, Sister? Was I the cause of your villainy? Was I what inspired such hatred and malice within your veins? Was I what caused your blood to boil? The very same blood that coats my very form? Were you...my fault?" Charles would ask such questions into the void, but would receive no respite, instead, an uneasy silence wavering over him. His final questions, unanswered, his resolve, shaken, and his sister...Gone.

what dog am i

The Milner stands ominously in the distance, dreams of liberation for the Sutican citizens reserving all his thought.

If magic users can kamehameha me into the next century with fireballs and the other likes, I don’t see why it’s unreasonable for me to start blasting away with my AR-15. My characters will even take gun courses. Or at least flintlock pistols / handcannons, which is an extremely barebones firearm.

im none of the things you listed, but id like to be considered, thx

Pierce begins to prepare his armies to march upon the Orcish lands, sharpening his blade with fierce determination.

As the dust settled over the ruined landscape and architecture of the city as the two creatures fell, Graham Milner would look around the destroyed bricks and buildings for a certain Half-Olog. “Milners?!” He’d shout outwards, not in any particular direction. “Bonehead! Bonehead!” He’d call out, his face reddening as tears would stream down, though covered by his helmeted face. The yelling would cease moments after, however, as a new threat began to emerge.... When all was said and done, and Mother lay defeated, Pierce would emerge from the crowd, sword in hand. He’d stand atop the broken fixtures, and give a victory cry. Within the next few days, a commemorative monument would be placed in honor of the fallen, the moniker of Boniface Bonehead shining brightly upon it.

Hahaha, had to be done

Not quite @Rave_Cave_marb

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Pierce would receive news of the older Knight’s death, and a look of sorrow would cross his expression. As he’d reminisce painfully of the times his guard stood by his side, he would hold his fist to his chest, a final salute to the man. “A friend for life, a companion for ages, and a protector...always.”

Guess who’s back, back again...Ivory’s back, tell a friend. Rip Marb, but an awesome assortment of data. Can’t wait to start seeing the CT kicking it into high gear.