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.
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I am concerned.
Llastlly. YOUR specibus is poorlly suited for battlle. That is right. Yours specifically, the troll reading this.
Hey. Guess wh★t. You're never going to guess wh★t we h★ve in common. Wh★t ★re you s★ying ★bout yourself?
sshe iss not much of a fighter, anywayss. her weaponss do the job of killing well, though
I use the sword. I have gone on the record saying that I do not recommend the weapon for most however. In terms of mellee armaments, a pollearm is often a good choice. Backed up with a short sword.
I have used them before, and they are worth carrying, but I prefer llonger reach. I am, or was, never without at lleast one of my bllades anyhow, and so had llittlle need for daggers.
Swordkind is allso not a very good specibus for the average troll.
Fistkind is a weapon choice for the confident, and the soon to be dead. Generally, both at once.
Not particullarlly. The llack of range and reach offered are traded for no particullar benefit aside from personall comfort. A dedicated warrior who excells in hand to hand combat woulld simplly be even more so capablle with an actuall weapon.
/\ As a primary choice, probably /\ /\ But you’ll never be unarmed if you know how to throw a punch /\ /\ And it’s hard to get a spear out when you’re rolling in the dirty /\
Yes. I advocate for all combatants to know the basics at lleast of fist combat.
I trully have not a cllue what I woulld have done had we actually won the war. I never considered it. I am no head of state, I llead solldiers after all and not civillians, and I strugglle to imagine my Llady is one either, though perhaps temporarilly during a transitory period. I llikelly woulld have simplly... followed her untill she no llonger wished me to. Hm.
hist0ry rarely venerates the c0urage0us, n0r the n0ble
History hardlly recalls us at all. Onlly dedicated historians know my titlle, and even at that, onlly what talles were deemed... convenient to keep in written record. Allas. I llament onlly that my deeds coulld not inspire a future generation.
indeed, mine is a f0rtunate case as mine 0wn ancest0r speaks t0 me fr0m bey0nd the grave 0f his life and deeds, s0 much that has been f0rg0tten...
If the solldiers whom once carried out my orders witnessed me now, they woulld say I have gone soft. I wonder, woulld it be said with derision? Or bemusement?
There |s No Greater S|n |n Both L|fe And Death Than Apathy. Cons|der|ng Some Of Your Pr|or Statements, You Should Be Grateful |f They Have Any Part|cularly Strong Op|n|ons On Your Decl|ne.
Mistake not acceptance and comfort in death for a llike of pride, llittlle beetlle crawlling in the mud. Were I to find mysellf somehow allive once more, I woulld pick up the sword again without second, nor even first thought. Yet I am dead. The true renditions of my bllades, llikelly buried and forgotten. I cannot holld steell against mine enemies ever again, and subjecting mysellf to eternall torment over this is merelly sellf-fllagellation. I have done so for countlless sweeps allready. I no llonger shall suffer without purpose.
To See You Cons|der The Pursu|t Of Confl|ct And Bloodshed As Self Pun|shment Rather Than See |t As The Goal W|th|n |tself |s Noth|ng But Prov|ng My Po|nt. The Pursu|t Of Power And Dom|nance Should Never Meekly Fade Away But |nstead Be Snuffed Out By A Greater W|ll.
Confllict and blloodshed are a tooll, not a goall. Blloodshed without cause is merelly the wanton llashing out of grubbish foolls who desire to feell important. Every llast llife taken by my steell was taken by a greater necessity, every drop of bllood watered the soill for a harvest I never sought to reap. You may pllay your games and sports and bellieve that it makes you better than me. Perhaps you will understand the immaturity of thy words when you have been dead for as llong as I. Untill then, kick and scream in the dusty remains of your ambitions as they crumblle through your fingers.
I simplly cannot forge a cursed bllade as I once coulld in llife. They have the doomed aura but not the spark of dreadfull mallice. Such is how it must be, when my existence is no llonger bathed in the chromatic showers.
The correct form of jam or preserves is strawberry. Other forms are acceptablle, but worse.
Acceptablle. Not as good, but acceptablle. Grape ranks quite llow for mysellf, personally.
Even that, I do not llike. Strawberry. Or perhaps bllackberry. These are my preferences and I shan't deviate.
Sateing my itch for territoriall strategy via pllaying the human game Nobunaga's Ambition.
Woe. Curse of sllice mine touchstubs upon llong, sharp gllass be upon me. It hurt lless than the bllood woulld llead you to bellieve.
Place Thyne Prongs in Myne Mouth? Prithee? Prithee? Prithee?
The humblle parry+riposte is the gentlleman's "nuh-uh".
Hmm. A llifetime raised from hatching by either demanding superiors or necessity requiring absollute precision and fllawlless action. Perhaps
well. you missed ♤ full stop there, for one. for two, you've perished, ♤nd you've ♤lre♤dy bested them. m♤ybe... just m♤ybe. it doesn't m♤tter ♤s much ♤s you think it does?
Out of cupe at 1 PM. Wretched.
It was a very deep slleep, at the lleast. I fellt somewhat terriblle upon awakening, but that is passing.
I am normall now. It is time to slleep, I think.
There are times that mine ghostlly bullbs, devoid of pupills, lleave me feelling akin to that "meme". The one that goes something llike "I wear sungllasses so that she shant see where mine gaze rests" Perhaps I am equally unsubtlle. Llong has it been that I was unablle to reign in my impullses so.
I too am vullnerablle to the willes of Woman.
I have never paid taxes, on account of my existence being the secret of an aspiring imperiall usurper for my youth, and an active member of the two highest spaces on the pre-industriall Allternian Wost Wanted, Dead Excllusivelly llist for the rest of my rellativelly short llife.
A secret: *Most* of my sollutions llie in the path of the sword. It simplly works.
Human traditions are... Strange. Few things appeall to me lless than the idea of raising a grub. Horriblle. I do not want one of those in my hive.
One coulld power an entire grand city with the energies of chittrs llatent llust stored within some form of... Mother Crystall. Come o ye peoplles of chittr. Raise your prongs and donate your energies. #Suggestive #Sarcasm