Just_a_Fan
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"We do have our own kingdom, it's most likely because we're past the Edge, that we're unheard of. I'm actually the prince, but whether or not I could take up the throne is up to debate due to issues of bloodlines & such."
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"Err... now that I say that, that does sound a bit... cruel? Sorry, what I meant to say was 'wrong type of dragon', you're thinking of a loong, or eastern dragons, I'm (half-) Western dragon. In case you're wondering, the other half is- YIP!" He flinches in mild pain.
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Heartache realizes the lack of a dedicated healer, and decides to go back to her olden cleric-healer hobby; besides, there's only so many times one can off a person subtly before it gets old. and it gets old quick. (For a kitsune, anyways, she's been an assassin for a "mere" 50 years.) "I think I'm an alright healer." -
"yes." Mead puts bluntly.
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"first one, dunno. second one, probably great-grandpa Malefor, third, I'm only half dragon."
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"while I thank you for the help, you can cut the worship-y talk, I'm no deity."
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@BrechioSwordMouse Heartache passes him a glass bottle of milk. "here, should help calm the nerves."
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"I get that you're trying to keep me from bleeding out, but don't you think you should at least try to clean the wound first?" Bush protested. @Dragonheir
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Mead Bush is still on the couch, limp and bored. To humans, it appears that he's grievously injured, given that he's visibly split open, with his insides sticking out. to a dragon, his state is more equivalent to breaking a leg. painful and will take some time to recover? yes. fatal? no. "uh, hey there! could- *winces in pain* -i-i get some help here???"
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Mead Bush crawls up onto a couch in the hospital wing waiting room, right in-front of the front desk. "if I'm spending forever waiting for a medic, I might as well do so with as much comfort as one can." he thinks, he then removes a rib-bone sticking out of his 3rd lung.
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why art thou a skitty?
*insert skitty x wailord joke here*
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I'm guessing it's too late to make the attack non-lethal?
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want something to ride as horse. a Stoutland, perhaps???
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well, my new character can live in the abandoned church of the stick.
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idk what's going on here, all i remember is making what's basically one of those dumb op minmaxed Mary Sue type characters. having read the "cosmere and non-cosmere magic interacting" bit, I've decided to try to make something as a joke. it's a bunch of magic/fantasy animals in a suit of armor, trying to pass off as a clumsy kitsune. will amend with character sheet.
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Evan stops at a nearby church to pray fervently, meanwhile, roaryk, unaccustomed to the tropical climate, is in a state of extreme overheat, with a healer trying to cool her off.
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The curse is absorbed into the [けつばん]
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A hyperbeam blams down the center door. "H-Helix! There goes that grunt and her ditto!" Evan walks in with a shinx that's bleeding [heck]fire. "P-please help heal my friend before another explosion happens. Also mind the purple flame that's burning upside-down for some reason."
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