Yep, she was a sight to behold, drug my wrinkled frame up over her shoulder and drove off with the Paragon still trying their experimental business transaction methods at us. She rode in on a loud and dangerous velocipede looking thing that she called a Chopper. Her face was old and pocked - mysterious hood with a deep shadow obscuring all but a glint of her eyes. (I will be playing a fresh campaign with her starting on the 5th of August over on my Twitch page – feel free to drop by.) Sister Change – Assembly Celestian Zealot But, there was a misconception that such a thing happened. Now, the Old Man is far too secure in his emotional state to do something as cowardly as curl into the fetal position and cry loudly for someone to save him. Well, unless payment is now transferred utilizing high powered arc weapons, fired multiple times, into my backside. I thought for sure those Paragon fellows were going to give me the energy credits owed me, but they were just plum hostile. So I tried finding my old employers, turns out they were all dead.
I was hankering for a brew, but I still hadn’t been paid.
How could I have triggered some galactic calamity? Anyway, I wound up through a variety of means thrown into a cryostasis pod on a fun place called Leave-6.Ī bunch of time had a past. So once upon a time, there was this tremendous galactic empire, the Star Union. Old Man Mordaith has gone and stumbled upon a whole new heap of trouble.
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