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Post Crackplot
Zaknafein is no longer HAPPY!!!11!1!; in fact, he is quite the opposite: he is downright pissy. Currently, the only ones who realize this in full are his practice dummies, which is perhaps for the best, considering their increasingly ragged state. -
AU: A Reincarnation and an Old Friend
It is rather strange to be breathing again. Zaknafein never thought of it much before this moment, but now he could feel the air travel from his mouth to his lungs and back again, as surely as if it had been something more substantial. He focused on it, as every other sense seemed equally over raw, made sharp alternately by the pain of Hell and the ( Read more... ) -
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Have a drow who has almost completely relaxed in a chair, for once not doing anything to do with weaponry (though, of course, he is not even close to unarmed). Instead he is reading what seems to be a paperback novel (though perhaps he would be considered a bit slow at it; academics were not often on the skill list required for his past jobs), his ( Read more... ) -
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After a period of absence, Zaknafein has returned; he is severely rattled, though no one could ever tell it by his stride, which is perfectly cool and calculated as he goes to collect his armor and weaponry. For now, he simply pushes everything out of his mind save for what will soon become a hunt. -
A Note of Departure
Zaknafein, after a surprise attack from Kimmuriel and Rai-guy, is now laying dead in the main room of the mansion, with what seems to be a vicious sword slash across the chest and a broken neck. Needless to say, the spirit of said body is extremely unhappy about the situation, and there will be some proper asskicking when he returns. -
Well, this is embarassing.
Is quite totally, utterly, and completely dead, lying in the main room with what seems to be a vicious swordgash across his chest and a broken neck. -
There are some lines not to be crossed.
And Kimmuriel and Rai-guy have crossed one of them. Zaknafein is going to be secluding himself in the basement, except for one or two trips upstairs for needed supplies, rather caring for (and more so protecting) Dinin, all the while plotting several violent and bloody deaths ( Read more... ) -
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I miss my son.
*shan't sleep very well tonight, but he is used to it* *and won't wake Jarl up for his watch, if they even continue that at this point, as he'll be up anyway* -
Emotions are strange things.
*guilt*
*...and that's all that really can be said*