Nagaram

[[INACTIVE]]

Brann shook his head, "Two wrongs don't make a right, I couldn't have killed him even if I wanted to... Do you have the right medical supply's to patch that up?"

[Farewell]

"It's not wrong, it's to defend... They all look at me like some monster. Slay me." She hissed. "Just wait, you'll see." Walking back Into the tower she nodded. "Yea I do. On the cabinet."

[[INACTIVE]]

Brann followed Zaida into the tower, he sat down in silence, "What now? You think I made the right choice? You think he'll get more of his goons?"

[Farewell]

"I doubt it. Bandits don't rat, and they know others will interfere if they try to take us down... I'm sure he's learned his lesson." She grabbed the medical supplies.

[SadDubwool]

Red Looked around tenliov, looking for madness*"Got off his leash, again, Hopefully he didn't mess with a **censor** guard again."*he said searching barrels*

[Folic Acid]

'Folic walks out around a corner.' Oh well are you looking for me haha why am I always on a leash with you haha? .'turns around and starts to walk away.'

[[INACTIVE]]

"I doubt it. Bandits don't rat, and they know others will interfere if they try to take us down... I'm sure he's learned his lesson." She grabbed the medical supplies.

Brann sat in silence. He then asked, "You gonna be okay?"

[SadDubwool]

*He started following*"Since I can't trust you not o get into more trouble, or me and you are going to becaome the guards taxidermy Training DUMMIES!"

[Folic Acid]

Well I want to do more I want a war with those stupid regular people who think they are better than us! 'He continues, taking his helmet off'

[SadDubwool]

*He sighed before saying*"We both know we would get completely obliderated, And after many years of undeath, I do NOT want to die again, we should atleast hunt. get our strength up,"

[Farewell]

"Yea I usually am..." She paused looking at him. Zaida turned around to the corner, her top armor  fading away as she wore her underclothing. Feeling the wound and fur around it, grabbing the curved needle and the thread and sighing. "...It's too hard for me to do the whole thing, could you stitch it. please?"

[Folic Acid]

We wouldn't if we had necromancers raise the dead of the battlefield then our army would grow as we fought no matter how many men died haha... I don't mind dying if I didn't have a curse of insanity I would but it would mean a end to the voices

[[INACTIVE]]

"Yea I usually am..." She paused looking at him. Zaida turned around to the corner, her top armor  fading away as she wore her underclothing. Feeling the wound and fur around it, grabbing the curved needle and the thread and sighing. "...It's too hard for me to do the whole thing, could you stitch it. please?"

Brann nodded, "Will do." He grabbed the needle and the thread and began to stitch up the wound, he was a little shaky since he's never done this before. After a few moments he smiled, "There. All better."

[Farewell]

Zaida had her arms crossed over her chest and looked away the whole time. Her ears flicked as she looked at part of the stitches. "Thank you..."

[SadDubwool]

"Necromancy undeath is different, then unfinished buisness undead like, well, me."*he said looking at madness*"Necromancy undeath basically makes you A mindless meat-puppet that has no soul, free ill, or high mental faculties, Unfinished buisness Is a soul being put back in the host, As A punishment or just to finish what they wanted to before they died"