Too many offering their throats. Makes the inevitable slaughter boring. A toothless affair.

Goat.

Fresh from you is acceptable.

Had it not been for that the day would have been insignificant I imagine. Good. I'll fetch you something to celebrate the occasion.

Master.

SNNZZZZZZZZZZZ

...Goat. Maybe it'd be better to just say lamb for you instead.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓪𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓚𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓾𝓶 ❤ + 🔄? More info is below!

Tch. Master. @corvidsheir.bsky.social. I desire a weapon to casually throw aside when it doesn't suit me anymore.

Hm.

[Rounding from one projections to what was likely another, the Berserker ran through rending it as his attention snapped towards the other unoccupied spaces in the hall. Awaiting the next illusion as his tail flicks and slams into the flooring.] Come out, come out. Wherever you are...

[Hey that's cool and all, he can make these choices it's fine.]

[Flinging his spear purposefully ahead of the flower mage to impede progress.] Unfortunate, this is approved by both our masters!!

COME STARGAZER, SATE MY BOREDOM!!! [THRASHING TAIL]

[ STOMPING LOUDLY DOWN THE HALL AT A RAPID PACE. ]

[ A vague shape in the background in case a rampage is needed. ]

Any sickness I might have had I simply put down like an animal.

He is no longer mentally ill

(The cognitive dissonance of Hound and Bibi is so important. Bowl of seeds vs i am going to rip you into pieces.)

//12

|| The best way to describe the situation with hound and olwen is The Iron Bull's tarot #4

I have been sitting outside the room ready to rip apart anyone who tried disturbing Olwen's rest.

[Looking over, pretending he doesn't see it, goes back to brutalizing a poor monstrosity off-screen.]

[Wakes up.] Hm. [Goes back to sleep.]

Olwen is sleeping, if anyone knocks on her door I'll maul them to death in the hall.

[Glancing. No words need to be said.]

It would be much easier to steal a vehicle to take us all there.

This shit again.

You're falling asleep, master.

The midpoint of this place is dull. That fraud of a priest should have included something to keep busy with.

A weapon that isn't reliable gets discarded, there is no other way forward.

So play the part of a road block? Nothing I'm not used to doing. I won't slaughter them too badly.

Better than sitting on my ass waiting around.

. . . [Were it anyone else.]

It's noisy today.

Master, we should kill them.

The only thing that'll be collected from this are whatever organs of yours I decide to rip out.

Someone collect this.

Why do you want to be used like a sliotar so badly. Are you stupid or just a masochist?

YOU.

Ah. You want to be grabbed by the spine and whipped away as hard as physically possible.

No.

Alright. I'm going to beat several of you to death with whoever started this stupid talk.