- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adept
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Male
- Female
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- Primarily Prefer Male
- Primarily Nonbinary
- Genres
- fantasy, scifi, or apocalyptic-ish
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Thorne Glowbrew
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Thorne Glowbrew
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"Ah well… that didn't seem to have the effect I wanted…" Thorne muttered again. From the distance he was at, it made sense that he would only be able to get a few of the weapons. He also hadn't quite expected these ruffians to be carrying around multiple weapons, as they seemed somewhat like muscle heads that only depend on one type of weapon. He needed to have this battle wrapped up soon, since it looked like there were going to be reinforcements for the eldritch knights in battle, and that would mean it would be more difficult to steal from the museum. He couldn't quite kill the cleaner that was fleeing, seeing as he was just a bystander.
Thorne let out an annoyed sigh, he might as well drop one of the weapons he had stolen off by the demoness. It would at least make things more interesting if the woman that was getting attacked would enter the fight somehow. Like before, the air rippled around one of the blades next to him and eventually imploded in on the object, having it soon appear next to the demoness. Hopefully she would get the idea that the shimmering blade would be for her to use. "Oh, and I guess I should give a present to you as well…" Thorne commented, doing the same trick and trying to equip John with a weapon. Thorne didn't want to get too involved in the battle, seeing as it might blow his cover and make the eldritch knights ask some… unwanted questions.