RoundTable Adventuring


Daily Affirmation
“Irori guide my idle hands to honourable pursuits. May I hone my strikes to the standard of Cheu Chem. May my mind, body and spirit accept the discipline of your teachings.”

Quite the day. I’m still unsure what we plan on doing with these living objects. They maybe expensive to make but who wants a cup that is just as likely to cave your head in as hold wine? Or a chair that might run you off a cliff. I think the big tip off should have been the dead elf in the woods. Judging by the mess of brain material he wasn’t much brighter than the rattle trap paladin that’s lumbering around with us. He’s not a bad guy just not to worldly… or educated. I’m no wizard myself but I’ve made it this far.

Saw that odd Orc fellow the other day. He went chasing after a slip of girl werewolf. I think I should go check on the two of them I mean he’s a decent sorta guy and she’s just a poor cursed little girl be a shame if either of them got hurt. This lot was getting along fine without be before I think they can be without me for a couple of hours…

Damn, these tiny hobbit legs! Had a hard enough time tracking the pair of them even when I was on track the trail kept getting colder and colder. I did, however, find a decent pipe, though. No tobacco with it but it’s the right size. Nothing wrong with it I wonder why it was left behind. Some poor sod couldn’t keep his things stowed properly must have been a gnome or one of those toad-folk. I just hope it wasn’t a man-rat; I’d feel bad giving it to my new friend Amarro. He seems together and trust worthy enough. The cat-lady demon likes her whoring but that’s not something you can build a lasting friendship on. I’ll just give it to him when he wakes… Crap! They left without me…

Amarro #4

Gods Damned nature…. Spiders and Assassin Vines and fucking Bugbears fucking everywhere. I swear to god the next animal of thing that tries to kill me i’m going to put holes in and turn into a fashionable codpiece… things are so much easier in the city; bribe a guardsman to look the other way to steal from a dick of a shop vendor to give to the kid that he kicked out from “his Spot” in the market and then poof! Vanish into the crowd while the moron is still sneering at the poor wretch whose crutch he broke…

i guess i’m not really built for this outdoorsy stuff, but the benefits from these adventures is obvious to even the stupidest of people… i hope that this time i can squirrel a little more away for them…..

Given how that friggin’ creepy ass building on the hill looks, any extra money might need to go to a healer to make the inevitable nightmares stop…

Also… should keep an eye on The Kid… that werewolf took a hell of a nip at him… hope i don’t need to swipe one of those daggers to melt down into bullets… but better to keep the options open… just in case…

Leon #4

I don’t even know where to begin.
Usually whatever my gut tells me is wrong, but today, it was actually right about something. From the second I saw she was evil, I didn’t trust her at all, but I guess knowing she was evil was a benefit and the scars were quite obvious facts that she was a werewolf. Wait, are all werewolves evil? I would assume so but am uncertain.
As for those… animals? We fought, what were they all about? It sounded like common but less so in the way that my comrades and I talk and more in the way that Craig’s pet parrot talked. Their grammar was horrible and I don’t believe they actually understood what they were saying. If they weren’t evil, I would have felt bad killing such unintelligent creatures.
Also, it’s gotten to the point that I’m beginning to wonder whether I’m bright and everyone else is dumb, or I’m dumb and everyone else is bright. I think that’s a dead giveaway that I’ll need to find a different group of adventurers to fit in with.

Carrock's Private Log 1

Setup for Carrock’s joining the party

- Originally written by Oson the Unsound; November 20, 2012, Moved by Bravado from the forum; January 29, 2013

As the surviving party was congratulated for having broken the curse and began to rest after their ordeal, a man in a cloak and a long, strange mask rose from his chair near the fire and approached them. He cleared his throat as he approached their table, their food having just arrived, his notoriously bad sense of timing becoming immediately apparent to any who cared to note it.

???: “Greetings, adventurers. In inquiring in the inn about aid, I’ve heard that you’ve just successfully broken a curse and saved the region from a dire threat, all within the last few hours. I wonder if I could beg your assistance on a task of some level of importance? I promise you that you will be paid for your trouble, probably more than what you received here.”

His talons clicked on the floor and he nervously threaded his fingers before him. He was covered in black feathers as far as one could see, but wore the holy symbol of Pharasma proudly upon the breast of his black cloak, visible under the turned collar. He moved with some sharp twitches occasionally, his feathers ruffling at times along his neck.

He croaked on: "My name is… Carrock Redfeather, and I am an… agent of the goddess Pharasma. I am on a mission investigating claims of a necromancer in a nearby town, and have been seeking some aid in dealing with whatever will be found there. I cannot promise you that I know any more than you do at this point, except that there are further claims of a unique undead creature that may be a servant of said necromancer, or perhaps of a more sinister origin.

“I hope to arrive in Falcon’s Hollow 12 days from now, as I’ve several other things to do in the area and the timing of it is… important. Obviously if you come with me we can spend the time allotted to finding heroes relaxing in the area before making our way, getting to know each other or whatever. I heard you had a companion be taken into the arms of the goddess…”

He looked uncomfortable for a moment, hesitating, then continued: "You could perhaps use that time to grieve, if you feel such a thing necessary. I will be around if you would like to discuss that topic, or any others that you feel necessary.

“What say you?”

=Encoded in a cipher and hidden on his person, the dreadmasque agent calling himself "Carrock"’s private journal details his work, providing a side story for what happened while the party was searching for the missing children from Falcon’s Hollow, and more details on Carrock’s motivations for being there=

1- Barely inaugurated into the order before I’m sent on the road, but I like that. Get to the task. The only thing that troubles me is how vague the task is: a necromancer reported in a town full of people who spit upon justice and law. The head of the local Skete of Black Friars of the Fateful Church branch must have sent the request for an investigation; I don’t blame him for his worry. I just wish I knew more before visiting the accused, it’s impossible to tell what he’s cooked up, how long he’s been at it, or what. I mean, my presence is always an indicator that I’m not going to shake a person’s hand; people know what the dreadmasque is for. I just wonder if perhaps there was a more subtle approach, at least to determine if, necromancy aside, he’s been raising the dead or something. He could have built up an army and was just biding his time for all I know! And wouldn’t that be me in the middle of it, then! These friars and I would be overrun, not to speak of the town… no, I mustn’t let my imagination get the best of me. I have no data, I am there to gather some. I didn’t have sufficient time to do it as I’d have liked to, according to The Lady’s guidance, so I shall work with what I have, keep a low profile, and do my investigations covertly.

I’m told by the Skete’s head (what was his name again…? Duncan something, doesn’t really matter) that there is something happening in the surrounding community, but what it is, they couldn’t guess. I kind of hate that about these “Fateful Church” branchers, order stance of “we all work together” notwithstanding: they keep to themselves too much. I feel that the church should intertwine with the community; to understand the people completely, to guide their passage in and out of the world, and to maintain watch over the graceful dead. They seemed content to only do the latter two, and thus, are out of sorts about the unknown, and the secrets the people hold. Well, no matter. I shall find out what is going on. We’ll see what this “necromancer” is up to.

2- I suppose I forgot to note what led me to this crazy town… I met some so-called heroes in an inn on my way here… timing is everything, as I always say. I was told by The Lady that morning to remain a while, so… remain I did. While reading The Text before the inn’s hearth (and enjoying the time off my feet, to be honest), in stumble these people looking at once both distraught and satisfied, and I overhear them discussing many things; death and fighting and villains of a sort… yes, so this was what The Lady wanted me to wait for. I asked Her for assistance with this investigation that morning; and just in time, here is assistance. I had to make up some kind of lie to get them to come with me, though… these types never work for free, or the satisfaction of putting restless undead in the ground (or the even greater satisfaction of learning about new types and thus helping the order’s reference guides grow), so I figured the promise of coin would entice them. Thinking of that, I need to actually collect some while I’m here… I’m sure I can collect the tithes that the Skete have gathered over time, they’ll understand the importance. If not, I suppose they’ll just be surprised when it goes missing. They do recognize my authority though, I’m sure there’ll be no problem. Anyways, they need me for this task, so I figure it’s fair trade. The church requires money to run; all aspects of it.

3- Yes, I now possess irrefutable proof of the necromancer being thus, after tonight’s harrowing ordeal.

I decided to set a trap for him, as he’d been very coy since I arrived in town; he must have been warned by an accomplice. My timing was poor, as usual, so I decided I’d draw him out with the possibility that I’d leave the very next day, my presence simply a result of me passing through en route to another nearby town. I exited the town by the north road that evening, bidding farewell to the Friars and so forth and urging them on both “vigilance and temperance”, etc etc. I’d given them private instructions to go out into the town that night though, on pretence of aiding with a birth (which actually happened, apparently! In rushed a villager just before I left, asking for assistance… either The Lady knew my lie needed truth, or it was the necromancer’s ploy to draw them away, or the true thing, praise the Lady!), and then circled back around the town in the dark, going off the road a mile out and skulking back to observe the graveyard from a blind I’d set up. Sure enough, at probably exactly the witching hour he appeared (the man has impeccable timing!), sneaking into the boneyard and making for a grave I’d helped dig and perform rites on earlier that day (the timing of such being another part of the plan, as he should have been in the ground the day before), a young man that The Lady decided was needed in Her realm more, and so took him after an accident out felling trees in the forest.

So, the necromancer stole up to the grave and began to dig. He seemed unused to the task… perhaps he had an assistant normally, or something. … No, wait, yes, he does have an assistant, it’s one of those children who’ve gone missing; those adventurers I’d entered the town with went off on that trail… I sense some dark cloud over their task as well; what would capture children? I understand that they’re supposedly tasty or whatever, but many dark rites call for children as well. Some ill will is at hand in this town, and it shall be set right.

… To that note, the morning of my trap I’d asked The Lady for Her guidance in which of Her divine aspects were most appropriate to the day’s tasks, and She’d been hesitant, and gave me two very different options to choose for myself, but nothing more. I was taken aback, as it’s never left with a choice, as She knows best the path I should take, but I believe I understand now: She was saying that I either deal with the necromancer, or work with those heroes on whatever it is they’ve gone out there to deal with. I suppose I didn’t understand at the time, so I went forward with my plan… I trust they know what they’re doing. I also trust that if they need help, She will send someone else in my stead. Her timing is absolute.

Anyways, yes! The necromancer. He gathered the body after quite a while of work, cursing about our work on it and the blessings I’d placed on it… see, he didn’t know that they served to suppress his ability to perform his rites. Sort of counter-magic, I suppose, a little something the masters taught me, to make my job easier. But perhaps he did? Regardless, he dumped the lad’s corpse in a wheelbarrow and started home, so I followed him to his house and watched his actions, drawing my blades for the task that would be required of me.

Suddenly, and this is just too much, the local sheriff is behind me, absolutely quiet. Thank The Lady I don’t shriek when I’m surprised, but I yelped when he grabbed me, and thankfully he’d done so, or I would have been spotted at the window I’d been looking in. The necromancer burst from the residence almost immediately thereafter and spent an hour searching the wood for the source, and the sheriff and I were incredibly pressed to remain unnoticed in that time. After the necromancer was satisfied that it was “just a bird” (haha) and retired back in to continue his (now difficult) ritual, the sheriff explained his presence: the Skete had run into him en route to the requested delivery and the younger among them, Friar Hank Ruge, drew him aside and quietly told him what I was there for, feeling the sheriff was able to be taken into his confidence. So… he came to help me. Just as well, but he was saying the necromancer was not allowed to be killed. I stated that The Lady demanded it, and so did the just universe and all things good and holy. He insisted that he would handle it, and then stood and marched to the door, my protests to the contrary going unheeded.

… Needless to say, he encountered the lad, arisen, and the madman standing behind him, laughing maniacally. Stating that the man was under arrest, he moved inward while I arrived at the doorway. When I saw the creature I immediately jumped into the fray, and the sheriff shouted that he would handle the necromancer, deftly leaping over the creature and making for it’s master. Before it could turn on him though, I threw my wakizashi, embedding it in it’s chest, causing it to turn back toward me. It screamed, and charged, and time itself seemed to stop.

… Well, the resulting fight was one I was mostly prepared for, though the strength of the creature was out of my abilities. The sheriff took about a half-minute subduing the necromancer before rushing to my aid, and in that time it seemed almost impervious to my attacks, being both agile and strong, probably moreso than it was in life. Thankfully my rites and counter-spells were inhibiting it somewhat, so whenever it would be restricted in movement or have a spasm, I would take my strike at the opening, but it still pressed me sorely, even with the sheriff’s eventual aid. Finally, we were able to put it down, and he took the man into town after helping me re-bury the creature, my own rites completed and the necromantic texts and implements confiscated for destruction.

I don’t know what “justice” they will mete upon the man, but I know that The Lady is very clear about what justice necromancers must face. I shall have to look into his trial and sentence with vigilance in the coming days, as I’ve heard about this town’s… peculiar… trials and jury. For now, though, I shall await the return of the Skete here in the quiet dark of the rectory, nursing my many wounds and thanking The Lady for the strength of body and spirit She had granted me this day.

… I hope they return soon.

=Notes on terms used are in the comments=


Damn thats alot of gold. I mean ALOT! I sucks the Timoe died, but she’s no the first petson to die before getting her cut. Thats what you get for trying to be a hero, stupid bitch! You got to keep your head down and survive. Oh well, better her than me.

And fuck that sheriff. He didnt even ask about it. Derr, wasnt there more of you before? Derr! What an asshole.

But it was sooo satisfying to slit that bitches face. Just up amd attacks me in the tavern. GET WHAT YOU DESERVE BITCH.

Man this adventuring racket is profitable, should keep going with this. But where to find a good job… who the fuck is this damn bird looking at me?

Amarro #3

There’s something off about the kid, now that I’ve seen him handle an incident on his own… it’s like he doesn’t care once he’s figured out if he’s fighting someone who…shall we say… disagrees with him. sure the guy pulled out his, burp sorry, dagger first but that’s no reason to damn near slice a guy in half… and the way he looked at me when I told him to heal them up afterwards… might as well have told him i wanted to give him a reach-around in Dwarven for all that he seemed to understand me. You don’t just let a man bleed out in the street because he got angry and pulled a knife in a bar fight. there’s etiquette for how to, belch, deal with that you know?

if he keeps going like this he’s gonna turn into something right nasty, and i don’t think any amount of law or justice on his side is going to help him when he does… lets just hope he can stick with us and hopefully we can prevent him from falling off that cliff. wish Tomoe was still with us, she would have probably set a good example for the kid… hurp, even if she would probably be even more mule-headed about the Law… Heh, who would have thought that an old brigand like me would be whining about how the kids these days don’t seem to understand that doing the Right thing and the Good or Lawful thing can sometimes be two very different things…

as for that Varro guy… well he just sends shivers down my spine, don’t know why cause he’s been nothing but pleasant, but a man you find who is perfectly okay with being covered in blood has obviously spent a lot of time covered in blood… huh? okay fine I’ll shut up now, should put a warning on this green stuff that it makes you talk too muc… Fine! fuck you too…. and another round please…


Leon #3

The two new additions to our party have made me realize something, no one else loves truth, justice and righteousness nearly as much as I do. It is more than likely that I am the only good member of the party. Not only that, but one is the epitome of undecided, true neutral. TAKE A STANCE WILL YOU!?! Something seems off about the other one but I cannot put my finger on it. Perhaps after this adventure I should set out for a new group of adventurers. I aspire to be a hero, but my comrades are more likely to become villains. I will finish what I started here, but then I must bid the party adieu.

Also, enough with the barfights already! They are growing increasingly violent.

Letters to Irori

Varro would see journaling as a waste of time better spent sleeping but he does pray, often. His “journal entries” will actually be his internal monologue to the gods of the Pathfinder Pantheon as part of his time spent in meditative states. Mostly, he attempts to curry favour and affirm gratitude through promises of offerings. Although, currently he has committed himself to the path of Irori he knows all the gods are worthy of respect and worship.

Daily Affirmation
“Irori guide my idle hands to honourable pursuits. May I hone my strikes to the standard of Cheu Chem. May my mind, body and spirit accept the discipline of your teachings.”

Recent Events
“Desna I have begun travelling again; show me this pleases you. Send me no more dreams of the disturbing past but of a more dignified, upright and wealthy future upon the path of Irori.”
“Calistria watch over… What’s her name from ‘The Rouge Lady’… The one that you have blessed with a distinctive glow. I look forward to worshiping at many of your temples on the uncertain road ahead.”
“Gorum why do you pull me from the path of perfection with temptations to my ego? Have I not shown you enough blood this moon? I hope I have not displeased you. Trying to kill the Half-Orc did not seem proper. I will sunder my next opponent’s flesh as an offering to sate your desire of my battles.”
“Cayden Cailean thank-you for your blessings of resolve and swaying Pharasma to not make me a martyr over spider whelps. Upon completion of our tasks I will procure a keg of fine ale for the first temple bearing your namesake.”
“Irori thank-you for placing the next step in my path before me. The problems of this small frontier town offer many opportunities for me to expand myself and balance my scales of past deeds. I will walk this path for as long as it pleases you. When I am worthy take me to sit at your side.”

Tomoe's Journal, ??? - 01
entries made up until her death

=Translated largely from Tien, these are excerpts from Tomoe’s journal. Entries are spaced by who knows how much time; she seemed to be more interested in simply writing. There are earlier entries, but they’re mostly terse and filled with rambling, poorly-worded sentences about what she’d been learning that day. Her entries made within Absalom are mostly where these excerpts begin, and where this log starts, though some is omitted simply for brevity=
… This land is kind of warm at this time of year, I wasn’t expecting that. I suppose that it’ll be easy enough to adapt to, I got used to living in the mountains after all, it’ll be nothing to re-learn living in the lowlands. The trip in the hold of that ship was interminable, and Roukan doesn’t seem to be doing well since then; I’m not sure what he’s sick from, but perhaps it is simply weariness? Exhaustion? It’s been a few weeks though, and I don’t understand doctor-work; less about animal doctoring. He’d carried me many, many miles out of that country, but I wonder if he’s fallen ill with something worse? I don’t really know what to do here, though the crew had given me some fresh bandages for his paws, and he is so quiet, constantly looking at me like he’s expecting me to say something…

=she seems to be noting days, but it’s still not clear if it’s been since something, or simply the passage of time. Some time later, she picks up again=
… Roukan’s muscles are finally seeming to mend. I suppose it’s a weariness that went deeper than I’d expected, though I’d only been concerned with my own well-being, and he’d been careful to not show any weakness, I’ve realized in hindsight. He’s been stronger than he should have been, I’m sure he knew this was hard for me. I wonder how he’s been handling it? His kin all fled into the wild, and his father was struck down just before sensei died… I need to consider his needs, too, he’s never even left those mountains. I suppose we’re both out of our element here, in this strange land…. everyone speaks so strangely here, but occasionally I will hear a familiar accent, or someone simply speaking Tien, and my heart will start racing. I need to get out of this city. I need to find another school and continue my training. I need to go to ground and get some support; but where do I go? The embassy?? No, I need to look at the schools in the city and ask around another school to train at, and to get some proper treatment for Roukan within my means (which are so meager), and some proper food, and another sensei to… sigh. Yes, many things to do.

=she goes several entries rambling about current events, talks about Absalom at length, the people she’s seeing, some of the memories she’s trying to process, and so forth. Several pages are torn out, then…=
… I still don’t understand how to open sensei’s puzzle box, almost a year after leaving. I don’t even know if he intended it for me, but it was there among his things, and I was in such a rush, I just grabbed what I could, eyes clouded with tears, dust, and blood as they were… anyways, I suppose that answer is unknowable until I open it. Is this a final lesson from him? Everything is so confusing, I feel like I’ve been pulled away from him before I was prepared…

=another entry that could be a few days later=
… I’m glad to be out of that city. Every city I’m in reminds me of him, of that life, and I found myself constantly on edge. I slept soundly for the first night in who knows how many weeks last night, out under the stars. I would dream of the experiments sometimes while in that city, of the screams of some of his victims. I… I don’t know if it was right to just… leave like I did, but what could I have done to him? To try to bring him to justice? He was just too powerful. I can only imagine what’s happened since. That he was allowed to operate there simply because he was rich, that he would buy slaves and conduct his experiments in pretty much public eye… he mocked justice, but I will return and exact true retribution on him, I swear this. I must… I recall passing by the slave district in that city a few days ago and just feeling it all in my heart, waiting there under the surface… I wonder if any of them will be going to Tien… to him?

Again, I am so glad to be out of there. Sensei spoke of finding quiet within, to finding pockets of peace, but I never understood. He was so patient, I realize now… I must look forward to my studies, I am so pleased to have found another temple, it will be good to be out in the mountains, among others of my order… but will it be enough alike to be calming? Will my next sensei be anything like him? Am I clinging to that memory? What would he say about that… well, heh, I know what he would say. He would scold me and make me run water for the rest of the day, then hand me the book when I’m almost too weary even to lift it, and tell me to study until I no longer considered such things… I’m so glad I brought that beat-up old thing with me. Sometimes, reading until the candle flickered out or sleep found me first, I found my weary brain wondering if he was even a man, but I suppose I found out when they found us… he seemed to move through them with an unnatural grace, but he bled just like anyone else and…

=there are some pages torn out, and some time seems to have passed before another entry was made, but the script is clearer, and there are a few words in Taldane=
… My training these last few months has been so hectic that I haven’t hardly had time to put pen to page, but tonight as the others are resting I figure I’ll make note of the passage of time. I’m learning to handle the quick speech of these Andoren students as the time is passing, even picking up some of the local colloquialisms during my instruction, so that language barrier has been something that I’m chopping down with diligence. No halflings among the students at the temple, but one of the senseis is so old that he very well could be, the height he’s shrunk to! He’s so harsh, though… kind of reminds me of sensei, but he’s so old that his skin seems to be tree bark! … Speaking of bark, Roukan is doing so much better, he runs around with some of the other, bigger wolves (there’s very few of them here though, mostly boars and bigger animals, and none as small…) like he’s a pup again. I’m glad to see him in such good spirits, and the other students are so amazingly skilled, it’s almost like seeing my sensei show me the first movements again, but there’s such differences between his style and this school’s that they’ve taken it upon themselves to practically retrain me from the ground up. I’m very pleased that they’ve asked to be shown his style as well, that it could be worked into their curriculum, I know he would be proud that I’ve passed on his legacy and shown his style to others…

=another page is torn out, and the following begins mid-sentence=
… a sort of mission abroad now. Hm, there doesn’t seem to be much to it, but I wonder why I must be the one to go? Sensei Berenfoodle wouldn’t tell me much that was helpful (he rambles on so much!), but it is my first time OUT out, and I can tell Roukan is itching to go, from what he picks up from me. He’s very clever, and seems to be learning more than just how to fight from the other animals and the senseis. He’s always following me around when I seem to be leaving, looking dejected when it’s simply to gather some water or something in preparation, but soon enough he’ll be carrying all of the gear. We’ll see if he’s that excited then!

=she makes note that it’s four days later that she’s made this entry=
… Hmph, what can be said of this turn of events? While in Oregent I caught a rather beautiful woman who was taking great care to hide a set of horns on the top of her head trying to rob a young, rather foolish-looking boy in full-plate who didn’t even have fuzz on his chin, but he seemed like he was more just pleased with her having been talking to him, victim of a con or not! As I made, perhaps, a bigger deal out of it than was necessary, some smooth-talking halfling man came up and began to try to… what, exactly? He simply made things more complicated than they already were, getting the boy to work for him, and “placing the ravishing blah blah blah” in MY care, until she explained that blah blah blah… ugh. This is why I lived in the mountains. These people… and this halfling man; this… Amarro! …. I can’t wait to get back to the monastery.

… Well, it’s interesting nonetheless. I’ll need to keep an eye on my things and what they’re up to, clearly. I guess I can’t just keep to myself this time… perhaps that is why sensei chose me for this job? Perhaps he’s trying to get me to be more comfortable out among people? Hmph. At least, here in the candlelight, with Roukan’s soft breathing, I have found the time to relax. It is good to be out and abroad, and these people will be an interesting diversion on the way back to… well, wherever their paths diverge from mine, I suppose… maybe I’ll stick with as many of them as I can for as long as possible so that I don’t get anxious…. I’ll consider it training, too. How’s that Taldane expression I heard Amarro mention go? Shooting two birds…?

Amarro #2

dammit, stupid girl, why’d she have to go do that? she had the best way to take care of that vine with those flaming rocks of her’s and if she had just stayed back with the rest of us… we could have pruned it back in plenty of time to keep the kid safe… but then she drops the sling and goes rushing in with glory in her eyes and i’m too far away to stop her…

damnit… who knows how hard this is hitting the kid, i doubt he’d even seen a corpse in the street before, let alone someone get snuffed out right in front of him. As for Chartreaux… she seems to be handling it fine but i don’t know how to read those eyes of hers so i can’t help her.

weren’t even allowed the closure of a burial for Tomoe cause that wolf dragged her off into the forest before any of us were recovered. well maybe this will teach those two something that i couldn’t have taught them… being the hero is just the fastest way to end up in the ground under a rock.


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