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4/8/2019 5:32:40 PM
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You’re not a Templar, are you?
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No, I don’t really agree with them. I was always a fan of the classic knight in shining armor, that fought dragons, and protected the innocent, while still being honorable.
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That’s what a Templar would say. I’ve got my eye on you...
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That sounds like what a Templar in disguise as a Assassins would say
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That’s what a Templar accusing an Assassin of being a Templar would say.
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It’s also what a guy who is being honest would say. Not everyone is a templar in disguise out to get you, assassin.
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Better not be doing any funny business
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You either assassins. I’ll be keeping an eye on your hidden blade.
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If my suspicions are correct, it’ll be the last thing you’ll see.
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Editado por ImaDrizzit: 4/9/2019 4:26:03 PMIf they are not then you just threatened a honest man. And one that doesn’t take threats lightly, assassins. It’s ok to watch your back, but Your not going to make ally’s be being suspicious of everyone and threatening them on those suspicions alone.
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Watson how would you like a ominous story hidden through my offtopic? Well here you go! [spoiler][i] Sherlock fell onto a hard metal ground. He looked up to see multiple giant floating metal cubes, each with army’s fighting on them. He was in Acheron. The d&d plans. of existence of course, not the river in Greece. The realm of war, a eternal battle wagged on as the magic used levitated above the ground, looking for a place to put the forge. He set down at a rock and teleported the forge in. Looking around at the chaotic battle, Sherlock put a few barriers up before getting to work. The gold was gone but that didn’t matter, he had other ways of getting material. Melting down the cold metal found only in this land, Sherlock began forging the second part of the set. Focusing on the battle. The chaos becoming the law of the craft. The essence of might, strategy, chaos and order, and the magic Sherlock brought filled the forge as the eldritch hammer rang across the battlefield. Suddenly there was a giant crash as two of the metal battlefields crashed together. Sherlock smiled as he put down the hammer and lifted up his handiwork before pocketing it and opening a portal to his next location. For there was still one more item in the set. [/i][/spoiler]
