gladiator, picked a fight with the gods, i'm a giant slayer
Tower again. Hungover again. Try as he might, Ronin can't seem to scratch that itch that being around his, y'know, loving and perfect husband and son provides. And he's working on it, he swears, but pulling petals off flowers to see what madness falls out takes it out of you. And it takes it out of all of your equipment too, apparently. The Star has arrived at the Tower to see someone named the Hammer (he's already made many innuendos about it, but rest assured, there will likely be more), a bag slung over his back containing broken swords, of all things.
All training weapons, it doesn't look as though they were well looked after even before Ronin's arrival, and now they're just brittle and rusted and... shit, basically. So he wants to make something better for these would-be Dragoons. And here he is, ducking into a workshop and squinting at the heat. "Hello?" he calls, praying that there won't be any actual hammering to add to his headache, but feeling like it's a lost cause given the namesake of the person he's come to see.
All training weapons, it doesn't look as though they were well looked after even before Ronin's arrival, and now they're just brittle and rusted and... shit, basically. So he wants to make something better for these would-be Dragoons. And here he is, ducking into a workshop and squinting at the heat. "Hello?" he calls, praying that there won't be any actual hammering to add to his headache, but feeling like it's a lost cause given the namesake of the person he's come to see.
bone shaker, dominator, freight train, wreckin' ball, i'm the gladiator
RONIN
