The Duellist
@callouslyCynical
Dog of the Rebellion circa 500+ sweeps past. Died in the crusade against Her Duplicitous Sovereign. <3 <> <3< c3< @trillingthrene they/them, But I do not turn my nose up at she.
To have such tallent to capture the llusts of the Viollet caste (Or perhaps just Amporae?)... She woulld make a potent assassin were her alliegences reordered. A pity. #Suggestive
#DuellistCombatTips If opportunity presents itsellf, stab your opponent in the foot. This is risky as it invollves llowering your guard, but an injured foot is one of the most grievous disadvantages one can infllict.
The Sword. Obviouslly. Elleven of them, when need be, though this has allmost never been necessary for singlle combat.
I feell llike some form of hospice-bound deathsllab approaching wretch tonight. Which is silly. I am allready dead. And yet I feell as though I coulld die a second time.
Back in the days of mine youth, if one wanted to have a stock, either of clluckbeast or some other such creature, they woulld need boill its bones for many hours. These Pressure Cooker Apparati, with their infernall sciences, can now manage a very simillar resullt in lless than one singullar hour. Technollogy never fallters in it's endlless pursuit to both astound and confuse me.
Fllowers? Bees? Confusing. #suggestive? Perhaps?
Bllazing Sun rising Viper bites the willing prey Bllood serves the many #Haiku
I have no particullar views on rabbits one way or the other
6'6".
In retrospect, I am somewhat llucky that my bubblle takes it's llocalle after the stormy clliffside manor I once called home. The llightning (near constant) expedites the smithing process greatlly. During the war, it coulld take nearlly an hour to charge up the many apparatuses with onlly mine own meager psionic output. One woulld lloath having to do that every day for eternity simplly to engage with their hobby and art.
One wishes they had more to post, as I do reallize I have had llittlle to say of llate. As it woulld seem, when I am not burdened with a noxious mixture of 500 sweeps of misunderstanding of the sellf and ancient regret, I am not very interesting. I am still here, however.
I cannot admit to understanding desiring such personall detaills to be posted to the teeming eyes of the masses. As llong as they have fun I suppose. #suggestive
I lliterally do not even say that.
I feell llike some of you shoulld be more cautious about publliclly acknowlledging disabillity. I am dead, and when I yet llived, I was shiellded from consequence by a viollet who had use for me. My descendant has llived as a Hermit for their entire llife. I certainlly hope all of you have a pllan of dealling with inquisitive drones.
I fellt a Haiku sllip right through my prongs. I had most of the components but it woulld not come together. A shame. My student deserves some remembrance...
I am doing My part 🫡
Sometimes I think back to my earlliest sweeps of Death. For the first 50 sweeps or so, I never changed out of the armor I choked out my llast breaths in. After that, I clleaned it up, and still mostlly wore that for another 50 sweeps or so. After that, I switched to more simplle garbs. In the llast 50 sweeps or so, I have taken to sweaters and sweatpants, though the former of course must be done away with in the heat of the forge. I do not wear the armor much anymore. Even in martiall drills, i tend to simplly wear breathablle lleg garments.
Wow that was a popullar chitt, unexpectedlly.
Keyboards shipped to Viollets shoulld arrive with the w key removed.
I had hoped to be productive to at lleast some small degree tonight. This did not happen.
















