Somewhere in Zakaden
100 / 100
-0HP -reason-
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+0DMG -reason-
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+0DMG -reason-
Thousand had come out to Zalra because from all he had overheard it was one of the few places one could be left alone and very few people bothered to head out this way. Yet be some bad hand or just his luck he kept running into people and things that delayed his only reason of playing to kill and harm things. Walking at a slower pace then ever as a small faerin child continued to ask for his help despite countless times telling them no. Apparently some cult people took their parents for some ritual and the kid wanted to go rescue them but needed help so they kept asking people that passed by.

"Come on mister, you said you wanted to get stronger, go beat up the cultist then!"

"I said no little shit, now leave me alone. I ain't got time to deal with some cultist I don't even know where to find."

"I keep saying I will lead you to them! I just can't fight on my own so I need help from fighters like you with swords and things like that!"

"I don't give, a damn kid. What part of that don't you get?"
Thousand's anger began to show as his hands rested on either one of his sword's hilts, ready to simply draw them and cut the lid to ribbons so he could be left alone. Yes it was harsh and dark, but Thousand had been saying no for the past thirty minutes and kept getting told reasons why not to, or pestered more. He wanted nothing to do with people in game, this was meant to be his escape from people since his whole life outside in the real world was dealing with them. Growling as he kept walking away from the kid who seemed to be catching onto this and adjusting where they stood as if leading Thousand where they wanted him to go at this point.
Rolls
Nothing
@Fina Drago
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Nothing | DC 0 to hit | 0 retaliation damage.
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