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#58
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Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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"God damn it, boy, are you serious!?" Marl's castigation can barely clear the air before Harper flings the door open, menace smoldering in his eyes.
Rushing to the edge of the fence, hands up and pleading, "Harper, wait, it's Marl. Calm down!"
Marl: Bluff 1d20 + 7 = 17
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 11-03-2017, 05:28 PM
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