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SpiritOfWrath

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  1. *rebarfs delver* I’ll have that back. *sends delver to the Bartle for The Sandwich*
  2. Thanks! *addresses the delver* now I have plans for you, little one.
  3. Huuuuuuuh? Can I has a delver, please?
  4. Berin heard the swords as he rowed away. They seemed to make the pain flash stronger. Berin grit his teeth and ignored them. He didn’t know what it was like to look into the eyes of his mother, his father, his friends… and see utter betrayal. He didn’t know what it was like to desperately stab the knife deeper into those who trusted him. To see everything in shades of survival, every off word a betrayal. He had killed them all. Even the nobleman who had taken him in, completely ignorant of his past. The nobleman never fully gained his trust. He had taken Berin in, and received death because of it. Berin gasped, filled by a sharp intake of breath. He clutched at his chest, the memories overwhelming, enough for him to forget the physical pain. Berin straightened, placing the memories in the darkest part of his brain, and rowing forwards until out of sight of shore.
  5. Berin sighs. He shouldn’t have expected anything much. He pockets the bars, then shambles to the kayak, keeping his eyes on the others. Once in the kayak, he rows outwards, in a direction diagonal between *Murr* and the shore.
  6. 1059 instantly fall asleep in any and every situation
  7. Now that there was nothing blocking the wounds, the boar began to bleed profusely.
  8. “Where I come from, honor gets you killed. It’s not whether or not you are a good fighter, but rather a question of who has the will to survive.” He says these words, but also feels an emotion. One he hadn’t felt in such a long, long time. Regret.
  9. “I’d agree to that.” Berin nodded, and he could hear one of them sighing in relief. He froze for a second. They never made any sound. Berin caught the parachute, inspecting the contents whilst keeping an eye on both *Maj* and now *Murr*. @Spark of Hope
  10. “I didn’t like the odds. I’ve only done a three to one once, and at that time we were equally armed.” Berin checks the position of the prarachute, as well as the raft. He snarls. “Fine. We’ll part ways. But let me have the kayak and the parachute, or I will keep you here as long as possible.” Berin straightens, but stays alert.
  11. Peace (why are so many people dying?)
  12. Mind if I take one (cake not tree)?
  13. Knife (a needle but better)
  14. Berin steps closer, to the effect that *Maj’s* arm hit Berin instead of the blade. Berin shifted the elbow of his bad hand to block it, then punched again with his taken hand.
  15. 1055 refuse to have cake pulled from your stomach - very loudly and in public.
  16. Berin watched *Murr* approach with the kick. He dropped the oar whilst sidestepping, and used his free hand - his other still clutching his side - to punch him. He was short, so he couldn’t reach any… respectable target. @The Stormfather
  17. *Puts his hands to his head* Deja Vu… mmmmhmmmm sandwiches.
  18. Lots of money. (I’d take money over sponges)
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