Let me introduce all of you to hexcore:
Won’t get me to stop, I got a Potion of Resist Arrest
Every pally in the kingdom on my tail
They be questin’ for me like the Holy Grail
I’m a wizza with a warrant on my head
In this county there’s a bounty for me deadThey see me comin’ but they can’t stop this disaster
They be runnin’ but I fly a little faster
I dim the sun, enchant my gun, a trigger caster
They got it comin’ son, all paladins are bastardsAnd indeed your actions did you credit, sir - such affrontery from the hired help is intolerable!
Remember, when the guardsmen are protecting a brutal ruler you don’t need many people to ambush their convoys and share their loot with the poor.
Check your kingdom’s laws. Necromancy checkpoints are unconstitutional unless the king has declared a state of undeath.
The fourth amendment decrees that necromancy checkpoints shal have advanced public announcement by the town crier.
the real error was letting him near your pocket dimension without a warrant from the high elven magistrate
Sounds like they had too many mana potions at the necropolis.
Why is there not a goth bar called The Necropolis
Edit: it’s in Prague https://www.instagram.com/necropolisprague/
You gon love Slains in Aberdeen.
You gon love Slains in Aberdeen
If you force yourself to ignore the meaning and that languages exist at all, this really feels good in the mouth.
If only I drank and traveled.
This is fire lmfao

