Cecil
Cecil nods. "Do it," he says, pausing to rub down the sides of the blade of his falchion with dust to hide the glint of sunlight. He looks apologetically at the sword as he does so.
Cecil
Cecil nods. "Do it," he says, pausing to rub down the sides of the blade of his falchion with dust to hide the glint of sunlight. He looks apologetically at the sword as he does so.
Mandible Bones, the Worst Pirate Ever.
I prepared explosive rum this morning.
Homebrew 3.5 base class: The Iron Chef