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@ Meridoc, With Mage Hand... that flower disappers, "never" to be seen again.

"Do you have a Gardening Permit Slip?"

(Noting the General's face from the founding father's textbooks on criminal execution debate and a bust in the school dorms' Hell-Hall of Fame)

...This was the Pathfinder Lincoln, in the flesh, that freed many Halfling settlements, in his day, allegedly. No one really understood the "why?", but an invisible slap, makes the Huge man restate his words diplomatically.

"Back in the day No Dogs were allowed in this establishment (Never Once Looking at the HellHound Halloween Contestant), I was able to cast an absentee ballot, but the Oligopoly...(Freezing, then issuing a citation, with a snap of his fingers and a pointing gesture)...

(A Henchman, drops a minor fine and whispers)
"He is the Law Master-Halfling...take heed not to mention certain liasons, just anywhere, he has killed many Summoners for less."

The world seems to fade in and out, twisted, unfamiliar at best. Echoes of his ancestors’ voices bounce into and out of reality, corporeal first, then something else.

An incognito General Ghost, Sanctified Soldier, Soul Drinker, and Sin Eater seeks sanctuary from the Chaos. (Ignoring the tenets of his Domain of Luck, he found #13, just like the Witches of Woe-Wood predicted.)

“Damn Gnomes…” (Barked at a whisper, in a tone of arduous contempt.)
His aggression displaced, now knowing that the Para-countess will never truly love him back, just like “mother” said many years ago to him as a young Hell Knight Internal Affairs officer, “Colorsprayed” by her unique talents in the bedroom. Ghost just laid eyes on a “True Rival”(25 Charisma?), but with Juliet dead to him, Romeo, would drink the poison of fate soon enough.

"Orders from no one!"

I love that!

"All Hail Signifier Maya Dza'Thrune!"

(@Hector Aramille-"You must try the Deviled Eggs")

*(Scoffs at the scum and the scandal) “Asmodeus has no favorites, but as far as the Paracountess goes, that’s another story.”

Ghost knows too much beyond the gossip and rumors of the faction’s elite, she, the Paracountess, is so desperate to impress the Thrunian slips, she will bed Golorian in hopes of a “better way” to serve a master, who hide’s his master, who is influenced by a liar.

“That’s where I come in.” Who am I? “I am the law!”Devil-motif armor so distinctive, General Ghost, Hellknight Special Forces.

My team, The DeathMaster, Doomdigger, Pick-Kaso, One-Thumb, and The Samurai, are all “Lawful Great!” We police the slavers. We know the order of things, beyond the orders that get passed out before every mission. We make this red look good, even though it is far from that.

*The Haunted breeze echoes and muffled screams reminds Ghost of that day,the Mystery of Bones is much trickier than the mystery of Steel. A fallen female Paladin, giant in pregnancy, dead in glory and gore, and refusing the denial of life we flashback to the birth of the eventual Field General emerging from the womb, unassited.

One-Thumb and his distinct laugh, snaps the General out of his trance as his mother floats towards the window on her first incorpeal watch.

*His orders are simple "Enjoy Gentlemen, you've earned it!"