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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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Ulysses rolls his shoulders, neck stretching to one side, then the other. He looks his mother in the eye.
"While I respect your desire for caution, I've little patience for hiding in this noxious cellar." He coughs for effect. "I've a mind to ride Sicarius over to the gallows to look Casper in the eye." His gaze turns toward Tanya. "Care to stretch your legs?"
Ulysses: Diplomacy 1d20 +3 = 6
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 10-27-2017, 03:44 AM
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