by Grimreaper » Sat Jul 28, 2018 11:49 pm
Flint looks down almost teary eyed but goes back to the flask again to chug the whole thing then starts to refill it as he starts saying
Ye know, I may be good at leaving, I may be good in being a bloody drunk
Raising his voice the more he says until he is almost yelling
But I am also fuckin' good at fighting
An bringing death
Then almost to a whisper
But no one bothers to mention that...I have a small army of anywhere between 50 to 200 souls...I lose count
Ye may not want me but Im coming...Ill leave ye's alone but I hope ye dont intend to leave some alive because I dont...Me an me servants shall start the assault...Ill clear a path
He looks at Aloeth an winces as he puts his flask in the belt of his light studded doublet
Look, I know they hate me
I dont need defending...
I ask one thing of you, as soon as its in your range blow the gate, Im ready for war
Life asked Death: Who are you?
Death replied: I am a sad truth, You are a beautiful lie