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A Sword Without a Hilt: A Song of Ice and Fire/D&D 3.5 Crossover

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Deliste said:
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From that picture I am guessing Pinoy ikaw. I am a Kalinga tribesman of the Ifugao Society(Don't call us Igorot that was a pejorative the Spanish tacked on us) I was raised by my grandfather who had both American and Imperial Japanese Army skulls on his skull rack. I still remember the old ways, the old rituals.
 
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Arriane's always been a character that I've tolerated at best, but I thought you did pretty good with her @Crake without warping the princess into something else entirely, which is genuinely impressive.
 
LonelyWolf999 said:
Arriane's always been a character that I've tolerated at best, but I thought you did pretty good with her @Crake without warping the princess into something else entirely, which is genuinely impressive.
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She's only human. That's a theme with a lot of @DragonParadox's characters. See Walder Black.

Keep in mind that someone is only as vicious, stupid, or untrustworthy as they are given the opportunity to be. Sometimes these people only end up like that because of the people around them being so much worse.

Arianne's more than salvageable in the long term, someone I wouldn't mind being a neighbor to, someone who could learn the lessons that Doran has spent so long neglecting to teach her, that he just wishfully thought she would learn as Queen.

I wrote her as she was. Flawed, but not a bad person, really.
 
Crake said:
OOC: First part of two that @DragonParadox requested I do. Next we see the Misfits coming into the Deep. Also, I plan to write the adventures they had in the Dornish Marches still, and some other character pieces. But it makes most narrative sense for them to be here now.
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Very nice. I was just thinking of Arianne and how she had sort of slipped though the cracks interlude-wise. It was great to see her and she provided excellent foil.
 
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Re: Elder evils - We have a place called Leng, a place called Sarnath (to which a doom came, I might add), and every time I look at Qohor it screams 'Shub-Niggurath cult hub' (Seriously, they have a flesh forge, they have a giant forest full of spooky shit, and their primary god until quite recently was a black goat), if we don't run into some seriously Cthulhu mythos stuff for them to be afraid of I'm going to be a bit disappointed.
 
Arimai said:
From that picture I am guessing Pinoy ikaw. I am a Kalinga tribesman of the Ifugao Society(Don't call us Igorot that was a pejorative the Spanish tacked on us) I was raised by my grandfather who had both American and Imperial Japanese Army skulls on his skull rack. I still remember the old ways, the old rituals.
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Huh. The parallels to the Hill Folk in the Vale are rather stunning.

Also, no Spanish skulls on that rack?
 
Arimai said:
From that picture I am guessing Pinoy ikaw. I am a Kalinga tribesman of the Ifugao Society(Don't call us Igorot that was a pejorative the Spanish tacked on us) I was raised by my grandfather who had both American and Imperial Japanese Army skulls on his skull rack. I still remember the old ways, the old rituals.
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I am not nearly cultured enough to have referenced any of that on purpose but that is exceedingly awesome.

Any chance you can get your Grandfather to participate in thread?
 
Arimai said:
From that picture I am guessing Pinoy ikaw. I am a Kalinga tribesman of the Ifugao Society(Don't call us Igorot that was a pejorative the Spanish tacked on us) I was raised by my grandfather who had both American and Imperial Japanese Army skulls on his skull rack. I still remember the old ways, the old rituals.
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...are we lowlanders living in the same country beneath that notice to you?

Anyway, Deliste's Australian. I don't know about his ethnicity and don't care, but I do know he suffers from Emu war flashbacks. :V

Crake said:
My Baby Goat Horror From Beyond Space And Time Can't Possibly Be This Cute!
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egoo said:

Yes it can :tongue:
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Pretty sure that means this:



Which of course means:

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The sounds of humans being crushed to death and turned into chunks of meat went on and on.
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Feb 21, 2019 at 3:01 AM, finished with 424 posts and 22 votes.
  • [X] Plan Unseen Entrance
    -[X] Let Walder Black enter alone with a Arcane Marked stone and get Walder Prime to a private room. Viserys, Rhealla and Dany then Teleport straight in.
    -[X] First thing first, Heal and Regenerate for Walder Prime. Getting rid of some of the effects of old age should put him in a good mood. Also, that gets him new teeth, so the perfect time for a steak.
    -[X] Offer him squiring under knights sworn to you for any who wish it and magical education for all of his children who get a positive test result for aptitude. We can also offer regular education for those who have the wits, but no hand for magic.
    --[X] This excludes Richard and Waymar. Their regular duties are a good bit too intense for a squire to survive all that long.
    --[X] Point out that especially his girls would profit from this, as Essosi money is looking for brides to get magic into their lines and are certainly willing to pay him handsomely for the privilege. The Westerosi lords will also wisen up to that sooner rather then later.
    -[X] Otherwise, the same as we already hatched out with Walder Black.
    -[X] Detailed list of whom to take: [TBD]
    --[X] Squires/Pages or Legion:
    ---[X] Bryan Frey
    ---[X] Robert Frey
    ---[X] Alyn Haigh
    ---[X] Alesander Frey
    ---[X] Perwyn Frey
    ---[X] Benfrey Frey
    ---[X] Olyvar Frey
    --[X] Mages, Administration or Scholars:
    ---[X] Mariane Vance
    ---[X] "Fair" Walder Frey
    ---[X] Zia Frey
    ---[X] Alyx Frey
    ---[X] "Gatehouse" Amerie Frey
    ---[X] "Fat" Walda Frey
    ---[X] Marrissa Frey
    ---[X] Malwyn Frey
    ---[X] Arwyn Frey
    --[X] Religious Studies:
    ---[X] Zachery Frey
    ---[X] Willaman Frey
    [X]Plan Scheming and Plotting, The Westerosi Way
    -[X] If it wasn't already obvious, the deal for formal and informal obligations towards us in regards to Black Walder is, he helps us maneuver and prod his relatives in beneficial directions, supplies us the information we need on them, and of course continues doing good work in the Riverlands drawing order from chaos with the Lads, and there's almost certainly lordship resting in his future somewhere. Barring any... unchancey happenings.
    -[X] Tell us about the Freys. No, not all of them, we'd be here forever. Who's erudite, with a scholarly mind and more importantly with the right combination of actually being capable of en-kindled loyalty as well as an open mind? Chances are we won't offer half as many places in the Scholarum to Lord Frey as he desires, nor to some of the more maladapted or manipulative ilk, either.
    -[X] Squirings and Wardings. Honors. What that says about Lord Frey is that he's still one of the Old Guard of Westeros, and unlikely to change too soon. Still, he's more open-minded than most, which is saying something. It costs us little except rude talk by disgruntled Lords, but you don't want to surround yourself with dozens of Stoats, either. Ask about a few of the younger Freys. The ones who can still be... moulded to our purposes.
    -[X] We won't countenance talk of lordships when the board is still in motion and loyalties are still in flux. The corollary to this if pressed is that they should be of a mind to develop their own lands, which they will need all resources including manpower to do as it is. It's too early to talk details, but the Freys will be one of the great winners of this, that we will make sure. The list of vassals Walder Prime has in mind sounds like a good working draft, though he isn't getting the Tullys. That would just perpetuate the unrest in the Riverlands. But don't worry, the Tullys will get what's coming to them.
    -[X] Get an overview of their lands, Black Walder seems insightful enough to understand what we're working with. Then grab a dozen economic advisors (because these days you just have those) and draw up an outline to help develop the region economically, contacts with the Iron Bank, your trading conglomerate for shipping and manufacturing, whatever might be necessary to roll out the changes in a timely fashion post conquest. Then dicker over the ultimate cost. You can subsidize with the best of them, but when it comes to taxes, the dragon gets its due.
    -[X] Part 2
    --[X] We want to build many bridges throughout the Riverlands, but just baldly saying that might decide whether the Freys will rouse for Robert Baratheon or Tywin Lannister alone. We still are going to do that, but we lead in with the offer to help build a trade harbour right next to the Twins. This would help the Freys retain their current status as a crossroad for Westerosi trade, with goods moving up the Trident and its tributaries from the Saltpans, which are then unloaded at the Twins and either shipped on to the North or the short stretch to Seagard, before being loaded back on a ship and moved across the Sunset Sea.
    --[X] It also follows that from such a crossroad a major population center might form, and while they will not be the only House to receive a charter for a city, they will have that to look forward to. Being more relevant in local politics than the Tullys has to serve as somewhat of a balm, at the very least.
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  • [X] Azel
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Feb 21, 2019 at 3:02 AM, finished with 76 posts and 1 votes.
  • [X] Azel
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Adhoc vote count started by DragonParadox on Feb 21, 2019 at 3:03 AM, finished with 188 posts and 13 votes.
  • [X] Plan Unseen Entrance
    -[X] Let Walder Black enter alone with a Arcane Marked stone and get Walder Prime to a private room. Viserys, Rhealla and Dany then Teleport straight in.
    -[X] First thing first, Heal and Regenerate for Walder Prime. Getting rid of some of the effects of old age should put him in a good mood. Also, that gets him new teeth, so the perfect time for a steak.
    -[X] Offer him squiring under knights sworn to you for any who wish it and magical education for all of his children who get a positive test result for aptitude. We can also offer regular education for those who have the wits, but no hand for magic.
    --[X] This excludes Richard and Waymar. Their regular duties are a good bit too intense for a squire to survive all that long.
    --[X] Point out that especially his girls would profit from this, as Essosi money is looking for brides to get magic into their lines and are certainly willing to pay him handsomely for the privilege. The Westerosi lords will also wisen up to that sooner rather then later.
    -[X] Otherwise, the same as we already hatched out with Walder Black.
    -[X] Detailed list of whom to take: [TBD]
    --[X] Squires/Pages or Legion:
    ---[X] Bryan Frey
    ---[X] Robert Frey
    ---[X] Alyn Haigh
    ---[X] Alesander Frey
    ---[X] Perwyn Frey
    ---[X] Benfrey Frey
    ---[X] Olyvar Frey
    --[X] Mages, Administration or Scholars:
    ---[X] Mariane Vance
    ---[X] "Fair" Walder Frey
    ---[X] Zia Frey
    ---[X] Alyx Frey
    ---[X] "Gatehouse" Amerie Frey
    ---[X] "Fat" Walda Frey
    ---[X] Marrissa Frey
    ---[X] Malwyn Frey
    ---[X] Arwyn Frey
    --[X] Religious Studies:
    ---[X] Zachery Frey
    ---[X] Willaman Frey
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Hi everyone. Currently bingeing this and stil a looong ways off but i couldn't help but notice a certain name suddenly no longer appearing.
I know this might seem like old, old news to all of you but i can't get it off my mind.
Can anyone clarify what happened to Mellore? One of the three girls that Vyserys befriended. Alinor and Selyse's friend.
At first i was under the impression that she had died during the demon sacrifice thing. But i remember DP saying somewhere that she was alive. My brain could just be making it up but anyway i figured if she was alive than i thought "wow she got the short end of the stick with her two friends reaching great places and her...likely still in the Rat" so i wanted some confirmation on her status if anyone has one
 
Power said:
Hi everyone. Currently bingeing this and stil a looong ways off but i couldn't help but notice a certain name suddenly no longer appearing.
I know this might seem like old, old news to all of you but i can't get it off my mind.
Can anyone clarify what happened to Mellore? One of the three girls that Vyserys befriended. Alinor and Selyse's friend.
At first i was under the impression that she had died during the demon sacrifice thing. But i remember DP saying somewhere that she was alive. My brain could just be making it up but anyway i figured if she was alive than i thought "wow she got the short end of the stick with her two friends reaching great places and her...likely still in the Rat" so i wanted some confirmation on her status if anyone has one
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We just kinda drifted out of contact with her.
 
Power said:
Ahh, so i guess she is still at her old job? Well that's just how life is sometimes i guess. I hope she doesn't resent her friends.
Anyway thanks. Ill probably still be a long while before i make it to the latest.
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I think she went on to become a high-class courtesan. Not quite the careers that Selyse and Alinor have, but it's something.
 
Azel said:
Huh. The parallels to the Hill Folk in the Vale are rather stunning.

Also, no Spanish skulls on that rack?
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Quite a few actually most of the skulls were from Spanish soldiers, some from enemy tribesmen, American soldiers from when they betrayed us and invaded. The Japanese, pretty much every group our tribes fought against and that he was alive to fight.
 
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Crake said:
Congress of Sun and Serpents
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2nd Day of the Eighth Month 293 AC
<<<Previous

Arianne had heard rumors that her father's guests were quite an odd gathering of individuals, though one in particular had caught her interests, the one who was often plying the taverns of the Shadow City, though not to drink as she had initially suspected, but instead a wholly different commodity; Information.

Truth be told anyone caught in the company of her Uncle Oberyn who wasn't ending up in a ditch somewhere, piss drunk or buried in among some women or men by dawn's new light was stranger still. Her Uncle did not make any secret of the type of company he preferred to keep, and most who could stand his presence were similar in inclination. There was something ineffably queer and delightful seeing her Uncle try to make use of the Stormlander as a stand-in for his other verbal jousting partner in the Stepstones, but from his telling the man was "almost the spitting image in manner" to the Knight of Skulls and Kisses when they first met in Braavos. Left unsaid is that the story tells the King's Champion got along better with the Prince of Dorne than most, and that the two had spilled blood together side by side against foes who wielded blades of fear and dread twinned together. With the one given in comparison, she thought, you would think my Uncle has a certain kind of preference.

There was either something strange in the water, or the Princess had just realized that Oberyn liked it more that there was actually real heat and umbrage to be passed between Knight and Prince, more so still that the two had even traded blows in Sunspear's training yard without any injuries or deaths taking place. How novel! She almost thought they might like one another.

But it was not Knight of the Stormlands who drew her interest, it was one who smelt of fresh flowers, astringent bitter droughts, and earth drawn from deep caverns lying beneath Sunspear, the Knight of the Mind she thought with a smile, though he was rather too dashing to be much alike the grey rats from the Citadel in her mind. Her niece Sarella had been bothering the poor man incessantly with questions, about magic and monsters and other things beside, like why he hadn't bothered forging a chain. "I don't trust Maesters," he had said then. "Why not?" little Sarella asked.

"There's so much danger in the world, and they're not bothering to teach anyone who's actually in the way of it how to handle it. If knowledge is power, how can you trust such miserly custodians?"

Words of wisdom. But he was not a traditional mage, as he stressed carefully. Still what he did in the lab he was loaned by her Father was magic enough since she had seen no man or woman with the robes of the Cauldron do what he had done in the past weeks with his hands alone and spare ingredients gathered personally or from under-looked places. In fact, given no one could replicate some of the work he did perfectly, maybe what was magic was his own hands and thoughts themselves, spinning spells into form in a different manner, such that some did through song, or others through solitary ritual. Arianne had heard of stranger things in these days.

"With a little care, and some luck, you can bottle something close to the real thing... but it's not as convenient or easy as just waving your hands and making it happen right in front of you. Recently though, I think I'm close to it..." The words had sounded more like a challenge than aught else, and there was little else that the Princess of Dorne loved more than a challenge... even ones not meant to be taken as such. That had been weeks ago, and she was bound to make good on her declaration.


"Show me."

Such was how she had found herself before the door the formerly irregularly used workshop, once belonging to a mage who wouldn't need it any longer, considering they were a guise worn by her Uncle, who was no longer living out his life in threadbare exile. A single light knock had seen her admitted in short order, her two guards finally settling on standing guard outside once she had convinced them she was perfectly safe in the hands of the "gallant bomb knight" and a Dragon's man besides, in intent and character she could see, if not name.

He had been so befuddled that he could only weakly correct that he had no Knighthood to his name, "...and the honor is unbecoming aside. I only did what all right thinking men would and should have done were they capable."

"And that is more foolish an argument of you to then stand upon, when there are clearly no such men that could have seen fit to stand before such challenges, meet them, and come back to tell the tale. Too often I have heard, that these dangers have been met sword in hand, and even when they have passed men have died and never has that leal service been made known, or the dangers weighed in the scale they properly measured up in, sight unseen. My Uncle says for one to have charged back into the Dornish Marches seeking death, and that you found it... is no man to underestimate."

"Wights and other dangers," he replied softly, standing nervously before glass-work that looked mighty expensive... and substances that she carefully kept well away from, lest they turned out to be more volatile than expected. She had grown more used to magic and what could be wrought of it, ever since she had visited the Deep and heard more stories from her Aunt Elia and Uncle Oberyn besides... and had taken council with her Father more and more, once she could bring herself to believe, if not trust. Those wounds wouldn't be festering again anytime soon, but they were still so raw...

He must have seen the flash of grief in her eyes, for he quickly, if awkwardly, spoke up again, "So... what would you like me to make? I have enough ingredients again to do some experimenting, but there's only so much I can make quickly... you couldn't possibly want to stand here for hours watching filtration processes occur, or the sublimation of noxious vapors into more useful chemicals."


"I can think of more than one thing that can be done in an hour or two, for a man of your talents," Arianne said blithely, almost batting her eyelashes on reflex. "Tell me, it often takes weeks even with a fast courier making the arrangement through a Silver Serpents vessel in advance, to locales where local medicine is better for the variety of herbal remedies and rare ingredients that are available, more so than one might find in the deserts of Dorne."

"Ah--" he swallowed carefully, not having any idea whatsoever what to make of her. "What did you have in mind?"

"I am out of this skin cream I normally acquire from farther East, you see..."

He walked around his workbench and pondered her request for a few moments, before quaffing a glowing concoction without even flinching. Arianne gasped, "What are you..."

He breathed out, then met her eye, and it was almost like there was a different man in front of her, his eyes narrowed and sharp, moving from her to something off to the side, before jerking back and rummaging through his equipment, rattling off both a list of ingredients and ideas that sounded vaguely recognizable as plain common.

"It's a concoction that helps me think better... I was about to do research anyway, so the timing is just as well."

He said that like drinking strange substances brewed in dark chambers was the most ordinary thing in the world... maybe it was. He worked for a time before she could no longer restrain the urge to ask.

"Are there any... risks, to that?" Better to know now than later if she had just watched a man poison himself. The Dornish were best at making an antidote, second at drawing out a poison, it was said. You don't become good at the latter without being great at the former. Maybe she should call the guards to fetch someone.

"It will make my muscles feel shaky for a day or two... better sooner than that, if I ask Ceria to heal me." That opened up an entirely new line of inquiry as far as the Princess was concerned, though before she could think to ask he spoke up, "Feel this," he said, offering a paste within a mortar. She worked a bit of it onto her wrist then, and gasped, "It's... very smooth."

"It's not finished, but that's probably on the right..."

The door opened, admitting a flash of jet black hair and stormy eyes... with a stormier expression. Arianne took secret delight in thinking of what this mage would think if she had known Arianne referred to her as 'that', even for a moment. She had pricked this one's pride and seen them swallowed it enough times to count one two hands. "So this is what you've been doing? I've been waiting for hours and..." she stopped, realizing Arianne was there, and not at all bothered by the two large and irate guards standing right behind her. Though neither was eager to actually lay hands on her, come to think of it. She wonders how engrossed she had been in the mixer's work to miss what was probably a rather heated argument outside the door.

"A--" he paused, blinking the light coming in from outside from his eyes. "We were... going to meet today?"

The mage, Ceria, she remembered, did not stomp her foot, though Arianne thought it was a close thing. "We were going to play Cyvasse," they said simply, instead. And by 'play Cyvasse', which was obviously code for something else, though probably not, she thought, what immediately came to mind. The man wasn't outright celibate from what their occasional brief interactions had told her, but he wasn't liable to sleep with someone he hadn't rescued from terrible danger or the wicked clutches of some monster, like a knight out of tale. Or at least someone he wasn't hand-fastened to. At least, she thought, not so quickly as that.

"Ah... that's is true." He glanced at Arianne, took in her half-lidded expression, one shared by his companion as the silence quickly became oppressing. Quickly, Arianne realized, he's off in his own little world after drinking that toxic concoction. She wondered if that had started to become habit with him. He tapped his fingers on the workbench for a few more moments, the other mage now fuming.

"I would really rather get back to work now," he decided, instead.

Oh, Arianne thought, In some ways, I almost pity her.

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"...and then she shoos me away! Like I was something the cat dragged in and across her dainty slipper clad feet--"

"Well, you were intruding," Oberyn Martell said, nearly laughing aloud, showing extreme wisdom in not doing that. She was also lucky that they had a stock of good favor with him, as he had managed to extract her from that little blow-up quickly enough to ensure Arianne wrote it off as "rather funny" instead of something worth holding a grudge over. There was something to be said of the peculiarity of sorcerers granting some leeway when it came to exercising proper courtesies... and at least Ceria hadn't said anything outrageously egregious to his niece. While on some level the Red Viper thought that a confrontation between those two, with the man he had fought monsters crawling out from underneath ancient barrows with in the middle of it, as no less than nearly the highest form of amusement, it was better that he kept those two separate, for now.

Though he could really do without the Easterner hovering around like a chaperone to the girl.

He had only thought about sleeping with her a few times.

Today.

"I have something to take your mind off of it," he began, with even the wherewithal to restrain the urge to smirk salaciously.

"Hopefully something I would not need to leave the room for," the man known as Ting said drolly, drawing a snort from the Prince of Dorne.

"Nothing so untoward," he promised. He slid a flier across the table, which the two bent over to take a look at. "I found this floating around passing hand to hand in the Shadow City earlier today, or rather one of my men did..."

Across it, in startling clarity and burnt into the page with mystic fire, was the silhouette of Sorcerer's Deep, surrounded by an artist's rendition of the many wonders on offer for a traveler to see, with interest accruing in the announcement for those who could read better than most taking in that particular bit of news, which is to say any literacy at all.

"A festival?" Ting said slowly. "A Tourney after the Westerosi manner. When is this occurring?" He handed back the flier.

"Quite soon," Oberyn said lazily. "I was going to be on a fast ship to the Deep in a day or so, and I am quite sure Sunspear could do without your presence for awhile yet. I am sure your friend Ser Criston will welcome the change of scenery." Oberyn let all of the other things about that acquaintanceship be left unsaid, though the impish smile was still on his face. The other man had requested nothing untoward be said here, after all.

Ceria eyed her cup of wine with vast longing, "The sooner the better."

It was then the Prince of Dorne thought, Perhaps I had not been quick enough in untangling that patch of briar.

OOC: First part of two that @DragonParadox requested I do. Next we see the Misfits coming into the Deep. Also, I plan to write the adventures they had in the Dornish Marches still, and some other character pieces. But it makes most narrative sense for them to be here now.
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My goodness, he actually finally posted something. Now, about those RWBY and Stranger Things omakes you had planned... :V
 
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