"๐๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ถ๐ณ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ต ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด, ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด." #TESRP | #FantasyRP | #แดสแดแด แดษชษด
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Storm Mage | Half-Leviathan | Slow to trust | Quick to violence | 5โ10โ | Paranoid | Outcast | Social inept | A tad feral
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While recoiling from that little trick, Syllaliseth had managed to fall backward onto their ass. Pinching their nose between their thumb and index finger, the Maormer blinked and looked up at Sophie. Words were beginning to make sense again, but only barely. โWhat?โ
Following a chair to the back of the head during a tavern brawl, Syllaliseth has been tossed outside into the dirt. This may look like they lost, but you should see the other guy.
While did manage to get Sylla off, it was not as clean as them just releasing. They held on right up to the point where it seemed they might rip a chunk off โ but with a growl and short yowl they unlocked their jaw and let Sophie free.
Had Syllaliseth even wanted to let go, they would have needed a few moments. Their jaw was locked, any they hardly understood any of the words coming from Sophieโs mouth. Their mind was far, far away.
It is too late. They are attached, and they will not be letting go in any reasonable amount of time.
anytime soon.
Cross-legged and pulling the pelt close around their shoulders, the Maormer eyed the portions. Had they not been miserably sore, cold, and hungry, they would have complained about what Sophie had managed to gather. Instead, all they could think about was eating โ
Syllaliseth remained prone, cheek to the floor, as Sophie laid out the food. Then, with a low groan, they pushed the staff back toward the pile and forced themself to sit upright. They were warming up, though there was no way in Oblivion they were going to feel comfortable โ
By the time Sophie returned, Syllaliseth had nearly finished examining their staff in excruciating detail. They had pushed the weapon along the ground until the head of the staff, which could second as a bludgeoning weapon, was right in front of them. Their chin was still โ
resting on the floor, though they turned their head to when they heard Sophieโs voice. With their cheek flat to the ground, they stared at the entrance.
โAlive,โ they answered as loud as they could, which was not anything more than a slightly raised voice. Their throat was โ
Left on their own, the pirate seldom behaved. Theft would have been their first impulse had they been in better shape, or had any clue where they would flee to. Instead, begrudgingly, Syllaliseth sipped their tea until it had run out.
With nothing else to do while they waited, โ
the Maormer lowered themself onto their chest and rested in front of their drying belongings. Prone with their chin touching the ground, they pulled their staff from the pile and set it right in front of their eyes. Rolling it over, they began to inspect it for any damage. It โ