Aren't you... human?

Oh, is that all? Phew. [He judges the amount better by feel than he would by counting. Another uncomfortable bit of muscle memory he doesn't remember building.]

Not to worry, I found him!

You seem like you know what you're talking about!

||test?

I feel like I owe someone money

A lot

That dog looks weird

gamble with the bottoms ✅️

Barkeep, a tiefling said she wants to get me pregnant, what does she mean?

Who's Greg?

Cannot believe i offer to make people stray pregnant I and i get ”im busy” NO ONE IS BUSY FOR THAT.

||crying

I'm a little busy-

He was left all alone with but words of the wise; And so on the day when our passage entwined; Now long in the tooth at the end of his line; He said "friend, go yonder, but bear this in mind, in this world, know one truth: you can't run from time."

got lost

"Found it." Flat in the dirt. "Twas tied to the other."

"I think I lost a bootlace? While cooking dinner?"

||I don't know why I never added a description of hellbred to his pinned before

I'm starting to think it isn't supposed to be.

"This seems pretty effective so far, actually. I think I'll stick with what I know."

"There's two?"

He steels himself with a deep breath, turning off the part of his brain that dealt in uncertainty and fear, and settles back into the mind of a monster hunter. His entrance back into the bar was reserved and far from flashy, but a brief look at the man would show the change in his demeanor.

[His tunic is on backwards]

You'll learn to embrace pain.

Tactical!

||I'll hit replies to other threads as I can, the Sundrinker event has taken a lot of my bandwidth and my days off are busy with chores and errands

Too distracted by a kind woman to notice the fleeing hunter.

Sorry, I'm... distracted.

"There, our comrade is the woman of white hair and feline ears, beside the red devil-man in his scarlet cloak and–" They stare, dumbfounded, at @eshenesra.sunder.my. "...Of all that lurks in shadow, what...?"

familiar form of @wastedcrusade.bsky.social. Stock-still with shock, a loud gasp crosses the cacophony of voices.

As they enter, a wave of voices collides against them. It feels so suddenly uncomfortable, standing here alone, and strangely worse to be separated from Brash. Their eyes scan over the room for a sign of the front desk. A shout comes from the bar, and they land instead upon the Hell-touched,

If you judge a man by appearance alone, you are more often a fool than not.

Yuck

Didn't she...? Perhaps his short-term memory has been affected, too. He smiles amiably enough and answers, "Lazarus, ma'am. Vagrant, right?"

Well he didn't set the claymore...

He's just a little amnesiac guy....

"I've seen a lot of men." A beat, a little longer than hers... "...Oh! Traveling with you, you mean? I did see a group, they were–" [Survival: 💥 Nat 20] "–this way, just southwest of here. Talking about a woman they needed to find, I think? I could show you where I saw them."

He is literally just 🤸‍♂️

Steps on the claymore

Wanders by

"Hm? Oh, Lazarus." It occurs to his tired mind that he probably isn't meant to be... wherever this is, but he's not sure where he [is] meant to be, anyway. "Good morning. Nice weather, Miss...?"

||if I had to count on my fingers how many times I've caught AI errors while trying to source a piece I thought had a real artist, I would need as many fingers as AI could give me.

||ADDED BENEFIT: You'll save yourself from accidently using AI if you give it that extra bit of scrutiny.

\\👏 CREDIT 👏 ARTIST 👏 NORMALLY 👏 DON'T 👏 BE 👏 A 👏 JACKASS 👏 AND 👏 JUST 👏 SAY 👏 "CREDIT 👏 TO 👏 THE 👏 ARTIST” 👏 THAT IS AS BAD AS STEALING ART BECAUSE YOU'RE TOO LAZY TO REVERSE IMAGE SEARCH. IF YOU CANT FIND THE ARTIST, DON'T USE THE ART

"Eight in the morning." Tired blinking. "....What was the question?"

Death, rebirth, I crave an end to this madness.

Time shows you what you mean to someone.