Rolled 6, 2, 5, 5, 1, 4 = 23 (6d6)
>>5877609<span class="mu-s">Mistil</span>
<span class="mu-r">At ease, little half melted soldier. So it turns out the Legion spine can bend. You just have to heat it to a few thousand degrees first. That's a first.
But. Yes. I... I understand.
I wanted to change things, to be bright and clear and free.
There's so many reasons to rage in this place.
When I came back from the Desert, all I could see was the chains. I wanted to vaporise them all. Right from the Council to the Senate to the Shimmer-cartels. I've punched everyone in this city, ten times over, scraping little sparks of peace. Rinik's the only one who promised me if I burned the right places maybe it'd all be brighter, tomorrow. Why'd I ever think you could make a new city on the ash of the old one? That's just a wildfire. A chain in the mind, forged link by lie.
That's not . . . Right, is it? That's a ratty way to live. Somehow, all the shadows have been getting longer the brighter I got.
Everyone should have a light on the inside.
Thanks for helping me remember mine.
Let me help you find yours. </span>
>Target Warehouse 1x8, Solar Whip.>Hey. Come on now, half melted mask man. Don't die on me. 