drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands
Nate Wrenzaok
the Lone (Free) Ranger
"Doctor" / Guildmaster

Age: 37 | Height: 6'1" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds
Level: 10 - Strg: 55 - Dext: 45 - Endr: 50 - Luck: 46 - Int: 1
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Truth be told, Nate had forgotten about the invisibility cloak, a realization lined in the sudden pinch of his face, the scar splitting his features tugging at them uncomfortably. “Its so hard to remember he’s a coward on top of everything else.” He complains under his breath. It was fine, it would be fine, another problem to be solved. He’d figure it out.

Letting out a breath, Nate smiled, more pleased with Neron’s involvement than he had words for. “Something subtle. And awful. There’s uh,” that hands lifts again, rubbing at his face, “there’s no shortage of options.” Not in Caido. “Let me do some research.

Backdoors work both ways.” He points out. Unless there’s a way to seal it in one direction, it’s as much a hindrance as it is a safety measure. “Thought it was worth mentioning.” Glancing around, Nate leans in to gather Neron in a tight, one armed hug, stepping back again quickly. “I’ll send a letter, alright? We’ll talk soon.”  And with that, he’s off, heading back towards the portal with a spring in his step that speaks of mischief and not murder.

Fin~
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RE: drop the dagger and lather the blood on your hands - by Nate - 08-11-2021, 06:06 AM

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